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The Gray Wolf's Ha'nt        189

en I killt yo' 'oman. En ez I doan want no mo' d'n w'at's fair 'bout dis thing, ef you'll retch up wid yo' paw en take down dat go'd hangin' on dat peg ober de chimbly, en take a sip er dat mixtry, it'll tu'n you back ter a nigger ag'in, en I kin die mo' sad'sfied 'n ef I lef' you lack you is.
    "Dan nebber 'lowed fer a minute dat a man would lie wid his las' bref, en co'se he seed de sense er gittin' tu'nt back befo' de cunjuh man died; so he clumb on a chair en retch' fer de go'd, en tuk a sip er de mixtry. En ez soon ez he'd done dat de cunjuh man lafft his las' laf, en gasped out wid 'is las' gaps: -
    "'Uh huh! I reckon I's square wid you now fer killin' me, too; fer dat goopher on you is don fix' en sot now fer good, en all de cunj'in' in de worl' won't nebber take it off.

        'Wolf you is en wolf you stays,
         All de rest er yo' bawn days.'