Wen he went, he allers 'membered me in de letters he used to write his grandma.

Wen he war gone, I war lonesomer dan eber.

But, one day, I jis' seed de gal dat took de rag off de bush.

Gundover had jis' brought her from de up-country.

She war putty as a picture!" he exclaimed, looking fondly at his wife, who still bore traces of great beauty.