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354 So Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and says, kind of severe:

"What do you reckon's the matter with you, anyway? What made you think somebody sung out?"

"Oh, it's de dad-blame' witches, sah, en I wisht I was dead, I do. Dey's awiuz at it, sah, en dey do mos' kill me, dey

sk'yers me so. Please to don't tell nobody 'bout it sah, er ole Mars Silas he'll scole me; 'kase he says dey ain't no witches. I jis' wish to goodness he was heah now—den what would be say! I jis' bet he couldn'fine no way to git aroun' it dis time. But it's awluz jis' so; people dat's sot, stays sot; dey won't