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The Conjurer's Revenge  117

man name' Dan, w'at b'long' on de same
plantation. One day dis yer Dan tuk
de noo mule out in de cotton-fiel' fer
ter plough, en w'en dey wuz gwine 'long
de tu'n-row, who sh'd he meet but dis
yer Sally. Dan look' 'roun' en he did n'
see de oberseah nowhar, so he stop' a 
minute fer ter run on wid Sally.
"'Hoddy, honey', seeze. 'How you 
feelin' dis mawnin'?'
"'Fus rate','spon' Sally.
"Dey wuz lookin' at one ernudder,
en dey did n' naer one un 'em pay no
'tention ter de mule, who had turnt 'is
head 'roun' en wuz lookin' at Sally ez
ha'd ez he could, en stretchin' 'is neck
en raisin' 'is years, en whinnyin' kinder
sof'ter hisse'f.
"'Yas, honey,' 'lows Dan, 'en you 
gwine ter fell fus' rate long ez you
sticks ter me. Fer I's a better man dan
dat low-down runaway nigger Primus 
dat you be'n wastin' yo' time wid.'