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"
What
war
it
?
"
"
Golly
,
Massa
Tump
,
I
's
e
got
kicked
--
dis
berry
mornin
'
,
jes
'
bout
an
hour
arter
twelve
o'clock
in
de
day
.
"
"
Kicked
?
"
"
Dat
I
did
shoo
--
all
round
de
'
table
.
"
"
Oh
!
by
the
hosses
!
Which
o
'
the
brutes
kicked
ye
?
"
"
Ho
!
--
ho
!
you
mistaken
!
Not
any
ob
de
hosses
,
but
de
massa
ob
dem
all
--
'
cept
little
Spotty
da
,
de
which
he
doa
n't
own
.
I
wa
kicked
by
Mass
'
Cahoon
.
"
"
The
hell
ye
wur
!
For
what
reezun
?
Ye
must
hev
been
misbehavin
'
yurself
,
nigger
?
"
"
Dis
nigga
wa
n't
mis-b
'
avin
'
'
t
all
;
not
as
he
knows
on
.
I
only
ask
de
cap'n
what
put
de
ole
sorrel
in
such
a
dreful
condishin
dat
ere
night
,
an
what
make
'
im
be
tired
down
.
He
say
it
not
my
bizness
;
an
den
he
kick
me
;
an
den
he
larrup
me
wif
de
cow-hide
;
an
den
he
threaten
;
an
den
he
tell
me
,
if
I
ebber
'
peak
bout
dat
same
ting
odder
time
,
he
gib
me
hunder
lashes
ob
de
wagon
whip
.
He
swa
;
oh
!
how
he
swa
!
Dis
chile
nebba
see
Mass
Cahoon
so
mad
--
nebba
,
in
all
'
im
life
!
"
"
But
whar
's
he
now
?
I
do
n't
see
him
nowhar
'
beout
the
premises
;
an
I
reck
'n
he
ai
n't
rud
out
,
seein
'
as
the
sorrel
's
hyur
?
"
