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178 The Conjure Woman

soun' unner de live-oak tree, en so he hilt up 'is head en walk' long, des lack he did n' keer nuffin 'bout dis man no mo'd'n any yuther nigger.  W'en he got close ter de cunjuh man, dis cunjuh man sez, sezee: --
"Hoddy, Brer Dan?  I hopes you er well?"
"W'en Dan seed de cunjun man wuz in a good humor en did n''pear ter bear no maolice, Dan 'lowed mebbe de cunjuh man had n'foun' out who killt his son, en so her 'termine' fer ter let on lack he did n'know nuffin, en so sezee:  --
"Hoddy, Unk' Jube?' -- dis ole cunjuh man's name wuz Jube.  "I's p'utty well, I thank you. How is you feelin' dis mawnin'?"
"'I's feelin' ez well ez a'ole nigger could feel w'at had los' his only son, en his main 'pen'ence in 'is ole age.
"But den my son wuz a bad boy,' sezee, 'en I could n' 'spec' nuffin e'se.