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Sis' Becky's Pickaninny 155

whar Sis' Becky wuz, en drap it right befo' de do' er her cabin, so she'd be sho' en fin'it de fus' time she come out'n de do'.
  "One night Sis' Becky dremp' her pickaninny wuz dead, en de nex' day she wuz mo'nin' en groanin' all day. She dremp' de same dream th'ee nights runnin', en den, de nex' mawnin' atter de las' night, she foun' did yer little bag de sparrer had drap' in front her do'; en she 'lowed she'd be'n cunju'd, en wuz gwine ter die, en ez long ez her pcikaninny wuz dead dey wa'n't no use tryin' ter do nuffin nohow. En so she tuk 'n went ter bed, en tol' her marster she'd be'n cunju'd en wuz gwine ter die.
  "Her marster lafft at her, en argyed wid her, en tried ter 'suade her out'n dis yer fool notion, ez he called it, - fer he wuz one er dese yer w'ite folks w;at purten' dey doan b'liebe in cunj'in',- but hit wa'n't no use. Sis' Becky kep'