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The Goophered Grapevine 19

   "Now it happen dat one er de nig-gers on de nex' plantation, one er ole Mars Henry Brayboy's niggers, had runned away de day befo', en tuk ter de swamp, en ole Mars Dugal' en some er de yuther nabor w'ite folks had gone out wid dere guns en dere dogs fer ter he'p 'em hunt fer de nigger; en de han's on our own plantation wuz all so flusterated dat we fuhgot ter tell de noo han' 'bout de goopher on e scuppernon' vimes. Co'se he smell de grapes en see de vimes, an atter dahk de fus' thing he done wuz ter slip off ter de grapevimes 'doubt sayin' nuffin ter nobody. Nex' mawnin' he tole some er de niggers 'bout de fine bait er scuppernon' he et de night befo'. 
   "W'en dey tole 'im 'bout de goopher on de grapvimes, he 'uz dat tarrified dat he turn pale, en ook des like he gwine ter die right in his tracks. De oberseah come up en axed w'at 'uz de