"I had good eyes in dem days, ef I ain't got um now, en way up de
big road I see Mars Jeems a comm'. Hit wuz too fur fer ter see
his face, but I know'd 'im by de filly w'at I raise fer 'im, en
she wuz a prancin' like a school-gal. I know'd dat man wuz
gwineter shoot Mars Jeems ef he could, en dat wuz mo'n I could
stan'. Many's en many's de time dat I nuss dat boy, en hilt 'im
in dese arms, en toted 'im on dis back, en w'en I see dat Yankee
lay dat gun 'cross a lim' en take aim at Mars Jeems I up wid my
ole rifle, en shet my eyes en let de man have all she had."
"Do you mean to say," exclaimed Miss Theodosia, indignantly,
"that you shot the Union soldier, when you knew he was fighting
for your freedom?"
"Co'se, I know all about dat," responded Uncle Remus, "en it
sorter made col' chills run up my back; but w'en I see dat man
take aim, en Mars Jeems gwine home ter Ole Miss en Miss Sally, I
des disremembered all 'bout freedom en lammed aloose. En den
atter dat, me en Miss Sally tuck en nuss de man right straight
along. He los' one arm in dat tree bizness, but me en Miss Sally
we nuss 'im en we nuss 'im twel he done got well. Des 'bout dat
time I quit nuss'n 'im, but Miss Sally she kep' on.
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