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So
I
left
,
and
struck
for
the
back
country
.
I
did
n't
look
around
,
but
I
kinder
felt
like
he
was
watching
me
.
But
I
knowed
I
could
tire
him
out
at
that
.
I
went
straight
out
in
the
country
as
much
as
a
mile
before
I
stopped
;
then
I
doubled
back
through
the
woods
towards
Phelps
'
.
I
reckoned
I
better
start
in
on
my
plan
straight
off
without
fooling
around
,
because
I
wanted
to
stop
Jim
's
mouth
till
these
fellows
could
get
away
.
I
did
n't
want
no
trouble
with
their
kind
.
I
'd
seen
all
I
wanted
to
of
them
,
and
wanted
to
get
entirely
shut
of
them
.
WHEN
I
got
there
it
was
all
still
and
Sunday-like
,
and
hot
and
sunshiny
;
the
hands
was
gone
to
the
fields
;
and
there
was
them
kind
of
faint
dronings
of
bugs
and
flies
in
the
air
that
makes
it
seem
so
lonesome
and
like
everybody
's
dead
and
gone
;
and
if
a
breeze
fans
along
and
quivers
the
leaves
it
makes
you
feel
mournful
,
because
you
feel
like
it
's
spirits
whispering
--
spirits
that
's
been
dead
ever
so
many
years
--
and
you
always
think
they
're
talking
about
YOU
.
As
a
general
thing
it
makes
a
body
wish
HE
was
dead
,
too
,
and
done
with
it
all
.
Phelps
'
was
one
of
these
little
one-horse
cotton
plantations
,
and
they
all
look
alike
.
A
rail
fence
round
a
two-acre
yard
;
a
stile
made
out
of
logs
sawed
off
and
up-ended
in
steps
,
like
barrels
of
a
different
length
,
to
climb
over
the
fence
with
,
and
for
the
women
to
stand
on
when
they
are
going
to
jump
on
to
a
horse
;
some
sickly
grass-patches
in
the
big
yard
,
but
mostly
it
was
bare
and
smooth
,
like
an
old
hat
with
the
nap
rubbed
off
;
big
double
log-house
for
the
white
folks
--
hewed
logs
,
with
the
chinks
stopped
up
with
mud
or
mortar
,
and
these
mud-stripes
been
whitewashed
some
time
or
another
;
round-log
kitchen
,
with
a
big
broad
,
open
but
roofed
passage
joining
it
to
the
house
;
log
smoke-house
back
of
the
kitchen
;
three
little
log
nigger-cabins
in
a
row
t
'
other
side
the
smoke-house
;
one
little
hut
all
by
itself
away
down
against
the
back
fence
,
and
some
outbuildings
down
a
piece
the
other
side
;
ash-hopper
and
big
kettle
to
bile
soap
in
by
the
little
hut
;
bench
by
the
kitchen
door
,
with
bucket
of
water
and
a
gourd
;
hound
asleep
there
in
the
sun
;
more
hounds
asleep
round
about
;
about
three
shade
trees
away
off
in
a
corner
;
some
currant
bushes
and
gooseberry
bushes
in
one
place
by
the
fence
;
outside
of
the
fence
a
garden
and
a
watermelon
patch
;
then
the
cotton
fields
begins
,
and
after
the
fields
the
woods
.
I
went
around
and
clumb
over
the
back
stile
by
the
ash-hopper
,
and
started
for
the
kitchen
.
When
I
got
a
little
ways
I
heard
the
dim
hum
of
a
spinning-wheel
wailing
along
up
and
sinking
along
down
again
;
and
then
I
knowed
for
certain
I
wished
I
was
dead
--
for
that
IS
the
lonesomest
sound
in
the
whole
world
.
I
went
right
along
,
not
fixing
up
any
particular
plan
,
but
just
trusting
to
Providence
to
put
the
right
words
in
my
mouth
when
the
time
come
;
for
I
'd
noticed
that
Providence
always
did
put
the
right
words
in
my
mouth
if
I
left
it
alone
.
When
I
got
half-way
,
first
one
hound
and
then
another
got
up
and
went
for
me
,
and
of
course
I
stopped
and
faced
them
,
and
kept
still
.
And
such
another
powwow
as
they
made
!
In
a
quarter
of
a
minute
I
was
a
kind
of
a
hub
of
a
wheel
,
as
you
may
say
--
spokes
made
out
of
dogs
--
circle
of
fifteen
of
them
packed
together
around
me
,
with
their
necks
and
noses
stretched
up
towards
me
,
a-barking
and
howling
;
and
more
a-coming
;
you
could
see
them
sailing
over
fences
and
around
corners
from
everywheres
.
A
nigger
woman
come
tearing
out
of
the
kitchen
with
a
rolling-pin
in
her
hand
,
singing
out
,
"
Begone
YOU
Tige
!
you
Spot
!
begone
sah
!
"
and
she
fetched
first
one
and
then
another
of
them
a
clip
and
sent
them
howling
,
and
then
the
rest
followed
;
and
the
next
second
half
of
them
come
back
,
wagging
their
tails
around
me
,
and
making
friends
with
me
.
There
ai
n't
no
harm
in
a
hound
,
nohow
.
And
behind
the
woman
comes
a
little
nigger
girl
and
two
little
nigger
boys
without
anything
on
but
tow-linen
shirts
,
and
they
hung
on
to
their
mother
's
gown
,
and
peeped
out
from
behind
her
at
me
,
bashful
,
the
way
they
always
do
.
And
here
comes
the
white
woman
running
from
the
house
,
about
forty-five
or
fifty
year
old
,
bareheaded
,
and
her
spinning-stick
in
her
hand
;
and
behind
her
comes
her
little
white
children
,
acting
the
same
way
the
little
niggers
was
going
.
She
was
smiling
all
over
so
she
could
hardly
stand
--
and
says
:
