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166 The Conjure Woman "I dunno 'bout dat, suh. It mought cos' mo', en it mought cos' less, ez fuh ez money is consarned. I ain' denyin' you could cl'ar up dat trac' er lan' fer a hund'ed er a couple er hund'ed dollahs, - ef you wants ter cl'ar it up. But ef dat 'uz my trac' er lan', I would n' 'sturb it, no, suh, I would n'; sho's you bawn, I would n'." "But why not?" I asked. "It ain' fittin' fer grapes, fer noo groun' nebber is." "I know it, but"- "It ain' no yeathly good fer cotton, 'ca'se it's too low." "Perhaps so; but it will raise splendid corn." "I dunno," rejoined Julius deprecatorily. "It's so night de swamp dat de 'coons'll eat up all de cawn." "I think I'll risk it," I answered "Well, suh," said Julius, "I wushes you much joy er yo' job. Ef you has