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"
De
ole
sorrel
dere
--
in
dat
furrest
'
tand
from
de
doos
--
Massa
Cahoon
hoss
.
"
"
What
makes
ye
think
he
travelled
two
hunder
mile
?
"
"
Kase
he
turn
home
all
kibbered
ober
wif
de
froff
.
Beside
,
he
wa
so
done
up
he
scace
able
walk
,
when
dis
chile
lead
um
down
to
de
ribba
fo
'
gib
um
drink
.
Hee
'
tagger
like
new-drop
calf
.
Ho
!
ho
!
he
wa
broke
down
--
he
wa
!
"
"
O
'
what
night
air
ye
palaverin
'
,
Plute
?
"
"
Wha
night
?
Le
's
s
see
!
Why
,
ob
coas
de
night
Massa
Henry
wa
missed
from
de
plantashun
.
Dat
same
night
in
de
mornin
'
,
'
bout
an
hour
atter
de
sun
git
up
into
de
hebbings
.
I
no
see
de
ole
sorrel
afore
den
,
kase
I
no
out
ob
my
skeeta-bar
till
after
daylight
.
Den
I
kum
'
cross
to
de
'
table
hya
,
an
den
I
see
dat
quadrumpid
all
kibbered
ober
wif
sweet
an
froff
--
lookin
'
like
he
'd
swimmed
through
de
big
ribba
,
an
pantin
'
's
if
he
jes
finish
a
fo
'
mile
race
on
de
Metairie
course
at
New
Orlean
.
"
"
Who
had
him
out
thet
night
?
"
"
Doan
know
,
Mass
'
Tump
.
Only
dat
nobody
'
lowed
to
ride
de
sorrel
'
cept
Massa
Cahoon
hisself
.
Ho
!
ho
!
Ne'er
a
body
'
lowed
lay
leg
ober
dat
critter
.
"
"
Why
,
wa
n't
it
himself
that
tuk
the
anymal
out
?
"
"
Doan
know
,
Massa
Tump
;
doan
know
de
why
nor
de
whafor
.
Dis
chile
neider
see
de
Cap'n
take
um
out
nor
fotch
um
in
.
"
"
If
yur
statement
air
true
'
beout
his
bein
'
in
sech
a
sweat
,
someb
'd
y
must
a
hed
him
out
,
an
been
ridin
'
o
'
him
.
"
