We eat supper, and we set around a while, and we went to bed purty middling early, so as to get a good start in the morning.
We got up early, but early as it was the devil had been up earlier in that neighbourhood.

About four o'clock that morning a white woman about a half a mile from the village had been attacked by a nigger.

They was doubt as to whether she would live, but if she lived they wasn't no doubts she would always be more or less crazy.

Fur besides everything else, he had beat her insensible.

And he had choked her nearly to death.
The country-side was up, with guns and pistols looking fur that nigger.
It wasn't no trouble guessing what would happen to him when they ketched him, neither.
"And," says Doctor Kirby, when we hearn of it, "I hope to high heaven they DO catch him!" They wasn't much doubt they would, either.