He see Mahs' John come out wid de pistol, an' he lay low.

Not dat it war Mahs' John's cohn dat he was stealin', but he knowed well 'nuf dat Mahs' John take jes' as much car' o' he neighbus cohn as he own.

An' den he see Mahs' John stan' up agin de pos' an' shoot de pistol, an' he see Mahs' John's soul come right out de hole in de top ob his head an' go straight up to heben like a sky-racket." "Wid a whizz ?" asked the open-eyed Letty." "Like a sky-racket, I tell you," continued the old man, "an' den me an' ole miss come up.

She jes' tuk one look at him and then she said in a wice, not like she own wice, but like Mahs' John's wice, wot had done gone forebber: 'You Jim, come out o' dat cohn and help carry him in!' And we free carried him in.

An' you dunno ole miss, nohow, an' I don' want to hear no fool talk from you, Letty, 'bout her.