I done had lots er trubble
wid dem chickens, an' w'en I years wun un um squall my ve'y shoes
comes ontied. So I des sorter riz up an' retch fer my ole muskit,
and den I crope out er de back do', an' w'atter you reckin I
seed?"
"I couldn't say."
"I seed de biggest, blackest nigger dat you ever laid eyes on. He
shined like de paint on 'im was fresh. He hed done grabbed fo' er
my forwardes' pullets. I crope up nigh de do', an' hollered an'
axed 'im how he wuz a gittin' on, an' den he broke, an' ez he
broke I jammed de gun in de small er his back and banged aloose.
He let a yell like forty yaller cats a courtin', an' den he
broke. You ain't seed no nigger hump hisse'f like dat nigger. He
tore down de well shelter and fo' pannils er fence, an' de groun'
look like wunner deze yer harrycanes had lit dar and fanned up de
yeath."
"Why, I thought you killed him?"
"He bleedzed ter be dead, boss. Ain't I put de gun right on 'im?
Seem like I feel 'im give way w'en she went off."
"Was the gun loaded?"
"Dat's w'at my ole 'oman say. She had de powder in dar, sho', but
I disremember wedder I put de buckshot in, er wedder I lef' um
out. Leas'ways, I'm gwineter call on wunner deze yer jestesses.
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