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112 MAUM GUINEA. “Oh, look heah, nigga: I can’t gib you sense any more’n de oberseer can give your head good nigga’s ha’r!” was the rather tart reply: Cottontop was silenced. . Conundibus proceeded: “Woll, dis yere old *un wouldn't clear out wid de rest. He staid behind and cum ashore ebery night Jas’ year, to stick his nose in massa’s groun’, out of ’cause he couldn’t help it, I s’pose. I war down in de swamp by de lower bayou one Sunday, you see—you needn't roll your eyes so ober dar, you nigger preacher wid de fiddle —one Sunday, jus’ to see whar de light cum from perhaps, or whar de dark went to ebery mornin’, when what should I see but dat alligator dar, trablin’ aroun’ on Sunday like a gentleum wid a big chaw of tobac’ in his mouf. © By golly, I struck out ob dem woods and across to de houses in a and jes’ let-de boys know it. eRe eo orm ; war, sure enough. We tried to head him off, but de smart old go towards de bayou anyhow; so we kept peste him, and makin’ him snap his tail like a whip, until he had knocked de bark all off on it—you see dar it is all gone, ‘Tiknowed if he got in de water he was gone for good, so I got straddle his back. “You know when a nigger cits Gia Geta Ticks Gat ey RPiewpe, an swells up nora ipageates ey ora se Ds shad ok ; 2 struck out bly tobe ape angipe sie a i’em. Sat scape ORAL RAIMA Agghar aes Se ie deck— cat cat t vigal a a Baer IO . conmicloooks.conn