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The
young
Creole
made
no
rejoinder
.
Zeb
's
story
promised
a
revelation
that
might
be
favourable
to
her
hopes
.
She
stood
resignedly
waiting
for
him
to
continue
.
"
Ye
see
,
the
curds
,
an
also
some
words
,
the
which
the
Irish
war
able
to
sort
o
'
pernounce
,
arter
a
fashun
o
'
his
own
,
tolt
me
they
must
a
been
o
'
the
yeller-belly
breed
;
an
sartint
'
bout
that
much
,
I
war
able
to
gie
a
tol
'
able
guess
as
to
whar
they
hed
kim
from
.
I
know
'd
enuf
o
'
the
Mexikins
o
'
these
parts
to
think
o
'
four
as
answered
thar
descripshun
to
a
T
.
As
to
the
Injun
duds
,
thar
war
n't
nuthin
'
in
them
to
bamboozle
me
.
Arter
this
,
I
ked
a
gone
straight
to
the
hul
four
fellurs
,
an
pinted
'em
out
for
sartin
.
One
o
'
'em
,
for
sure
sartin
.
On
him
I
'd
made
my
mark
.
I
war
confident
o
'
havin
'
did
thet
.
"
"
Your
mark
!
How
,
Zeb
?
"
"
Ye
remimber
the
shot
I
fired
from
the
door
o
'
the
shanty
?
"
"
Oh
,
certainly
!
I
did
not
see
the
Indians
.
I
was
under
the
trees
at
the
time
.
I
saw
you
discharge
your
rifle
at
something
.
"
"
Wal
,
Miss
Lewaze
;
this
hyur
coon
do
n't
often
dischurge
thet
thur
weepun
'
ithout
drawin
'
blood
.
I
know
'd
I
hut
the
skunk
;
but
it
war
rayther
fur
for
the
carry
o
'
the
piece
,
an
I
reckon
'd
the
ball
war
a
bit
spent
.
F
'
r
all
that
,
I
know
'd
it
must
a
stung
him
.
I
seed
him
squirm
to
the
shot
,
an
I
says
to
myself
:
Ef
ther
ai
n't
a
hole
through
his
hide
somewhar
,
this
coon
wo
n't
mind
changin
'
skins
wi
'
him
.
Wal
,
arter
they
kim
home
wi
'
the
story
o
'
whites
instead
o
'
red-skins
,
I
hed
a
tol
'
able
clur
idee
o
'
who
the
sham
Injuns
wur
,
an
ked
a
laid
my
claws
on
'em
at
any
minnit
.
But
I
did
n't
.
"
"
And
why
not
,
Mr
Stump
?
Surely
you
have
n't
allowed
them
to
get
away
?
They
might
be
the
very
men
who
are
guilty
of
my
poor
brother
's
--
"
"
That
's
jest
what
this
coon
thort
,
an
it
war
for
that
reezun
I
let
'em
slide
.
There
war
another
reezun
besides
.
I
did
n't
much
like
goin
'
fur
from
the
Port
,
leest
somethin'
ugly
mout
turn
up
in
my
absince
.
You
unnerstan
'
?
There
war
another
reezun
still
for
not
prospectin
'
arter
them
jest
then
.
I
wanted
to
make
shur
o
'
my
game
.
"
