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The Conjurer's Revenge  119

"Dan wuz mighty so' fum 'is woun's
en scratches, en wuz laid up fer two er
th'ee days. One night de noo mule 
got out'n de pastur', en went down to
de quarters. Dan wuz layin' dere on
his pallet, w'en he heard sump'n bangin'
erway at de side er his cabin. He
raise' up on one shoulder en look' roun',
w'en w'at should he see but de noo
mule's head stickin' in de winder, wid
his lips drawed back over his toofs, grin-
nin' en snappin' at Dan des' lack he 
wanter eat 'im up. Den de went
roun' ter de do', en kick' crway lack he
wanter break de do' down, 'tel bimeby
somebody come 'long en driv him back 
ter de pastur'. W'en Sally come in a 
little later fum de big house, what she'd
be'n waitin' on de w'ite folks, she foun'
po' Dan nigh 'bout dead, he wuz so
skeered. She 'lowed Dan had had de
nightmare; but w'en dey look' at de do'
dey seed de marks er de mule's huffs,