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Hot-Foot Hannibal   217
His daughter's house, young Mis' Ma'g'ret's, w'at libbed 'bout fo' miles fum Mars' Dugal's, en Jeff waz n' 'spected home 'tel ebenin'. But des atter supper wuz ober, en w'iles de ladies wuz settin' out on de piazzer, Chloe slip' off fum de house en run down de road, - dis yer same road we come; en w'en she got mos' ter de crick - dis yer same crick right befo' us- she kin' er kep' in de bushes at de side er de road, 'tel fin'lly she seed Jeff settin' on de bank on de udder side er de crick, -right unner dat ole willer-tree droopin' ober de water yander.  En eve'y now en den he'd git up en look up de road to'ds Mars' Marabo's on de udder side er de swamp.
 Fus' Chloe felt lack she'd go right ober de crick en gib Jeff a piece er her min'. Den she 'lowed she better be sho' befo' she done anythin'.  So she helt hers'f in de bes' she could, gittin' madder en madder eve'y minute, 'tel bimeby