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de cunjuh ’oman, use’ up a lot er Aun’ Nancy’s time, en she begun ter git kinder ti’ed. ’Sides dat, w’en Sis’ Becky had be’n on de plantation, she had useter he’p Aun’ Nancy wid de young uns ebenin’s en Sundays; en Aun’ Nancy ’mence’ ter miss ’er monst’us, ’speshly sence she got a tech er de rheumatiz herse’f, en so she ’lows ter ole Aun’ Peggy one day:⁠—

“ ‘Aun’ Peggy, ain’ dey no way you kin fetch Sis’ Becky back home?’

“ ‘Huh!’ sez Aun’ Peggy, ‘I dunno ’bout dat. I’ll hafter wuk my roots en fin’ out whuther I kin er no. But it’ll take a monst’us heap er wuk, en I can’t was’e my time fer nuffin. Ef you’ll fetch me sump’n ter pay me fer my trouble, I reckon we kin fix it.’

“So nex’ day Aun’ Nancy went down ter see Aun’ Peggy ag’in.

“ ‘Aun’ Peggy,’ sez she, ‘I is fotch’ you my bes’ Sunday head-hankercher. Will dat do?’

“Aun’ Peggy look’ at de head-hankercher, en run her han’ ober it, en sez she:⁠—

“ ‘Yas, dat’ll do fus’-rate. I’s be’n wukkin’ my roots sence you be’n gone, en I ’lows mos’ lackly I kin git Sis’ Becky back, but it’s gwine take fig’rin’ en studyin’ ez well ez cunj’in’. De fus’ thing ter do’ll be ter stop fetchin’ dat pickaninny down heah, en not sen’ ’im ter see his mammy no mo’. Ef he gits too po’ly, you lemme know, en I’ll gib you some kin’ er mixtry fer ter make ’im fergit Sis’ Becky fer a week er so. So ’less’n you comes fer dat, you neenter come back ter see me no mo’ ’tel I sen’s fer you.’

“So Aun’ Peggy sont Aun’ Nancy erway, en de fus’ thing she done wuz ter call a hawnet fum a nes’ unner her eaves.

“You go up ter Kunnel Pen’leton’s stable, hawnet,’ sez she, ‘en sting de knees er de race hoss name’ Lightnin’ Bug. Be sho’ en git de right one.’

“So de hawnet flewed up ter Kunnel Pen’leton’s stable en stung Lightnin’ Bug roun’ de laigs, en de nex’ mawnin’ Lightnin’ Bug’s knees wuz all swoll’ up, twice’t ez big ez dey oughter be. W’en Kunnel Pen’leton went out ter de stable en see de hoss’s laigs, hit would ’a’ des made you trimble lack a leaf fer ter heah him cuss dat hoss trader. Howsomeber, he cool’ off bimeby en tol’ de stable boy fer ter rub Lightnin’ Bug’s laigs wid some linimum. De boy done ez his marster tol’ ’im, en by de nex’ day de swellin’ had gone down consid’able. Aun’ Peggy had sont a sparrer, w’at had a nes’ in one er de trees close ter her cabin, fer ter watch w’at wuz gwine on ’roun’ de big house, en w’en dis yer sparrer tol’ ’er de hoss wuz gittin’ ober de swellin’, she sont de hawnet back fer ter sting ’is knees some mo’, en de nex’ mawnin’ Lightnin’ Bug’s laigs wuz swoll’ up wuss ’n befo’.

“Well, dis time Kunnel Pen’leton wuz mad th’oo en th’oo, en all de way ’roun’, en he cusst dat hoss trader up en down, fum A ter Izzard. He cusst so ha’d dat de stable boy got mos’ skeered ter def, en went off en hid hisse’f in de hay.

“Ez fer Kunnel Pen’leton, he went right up ter de house en got out his pen en ink, en tuk off his coat en roll’ up his sleeves, en writ a letter ter dis yer hoss trader, en sezee:⁠—

“ ‘You is sol’ me a hoss w’at is got a ringbone er a spavin er sump’n, en w’at I paid you fer wuz a soun’ hoss. I wants you ter sen’ my nigger ’oman back en take yo’ ole hoss, er e’se I’ll sue you, sho ’s you bawn.’

“But dis yer man wa’n’t skeered a bit, en he writ back ter Kunnel Pen’leton dat a bahg’in wuz a bahg’in; dat Lightnin’ Bug wuz soun’ w’en he sol’ ’im, en ef Kunnel Pen’leton didn’ knowed ernuff ’bout hosses ter take keer er a fine racer, dat wuz his own fune’al. En he say Kunnel Pen’leton kin sue en be cusst fer all he keer, but he ain’ gwine ter gib up de nigger he bought en paid fer.

“W’en Kunnel Pen’leton got dis letter he wuz madder ’n he wuz befo’, ’speshly ’ca’se dis man ’lowed he didn’ know how ter take keer er fine hosses. But he couldn’ do nuffin but fetch a lawsuit, en he knowed, by his own ’spe’ience, dat lawsuits wuz slow ez de seben-yeah eetch and cos’ mo’ d’n dey come ter, en he ’lowed he better go slow en wait awhile.

“Aun’ Peggy knowed w’at wuz gwine on all dis time, en she fix’ up a little bag wid some roots en one thing en ernudder in it, en gun it ter dis sparrer er her’n, en tol’ ’im ter take it ’way down yander whar Sis’ Becky wuz, en drap it right befo’ de do’ er her cabin, so she’d be sho’ en fin’ it de fus’ time she come out’n de do’.

“One night Sis’ Becky dremp’ her pickaninny wuz dead, en de nex’ day she wuz mo’nin’ en groanin’ all day. She dremp’ de same dream th’ee nights runnin’, en den, de nex’ mawnin’ atter de las’ night, she foun’ dis yer little bag de sparrer had drap’ in front her do’; en she ’lowed she’d be’n cunju’d, en wuz gwine ter die, en ez long ez her pickaninny wuz dead dey wa’n’t no use tryin’ ter do nuffin nohow. En so she tuk ’n went ter bed, en tol’ her marster she’d be’n cunju’d en wuz gwine ter die.

“Her marster lafft at her, en argyed wid her, en tried ter ’suade her out’n dis yer fool notion, ez he called it⁠—fer he wuz one er dese yer w’ite folks w’at purten’ dey doan b’liebe in cunj’in’⁠—but hit wa’n’t no use. Sis’ Becky kep’ gittin’ wusser en wusser, ’tel fin’lly

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