"Where is Abram?"
"I dun'no', suh!" It was a gasping whisper.
The master gripped her shoulder, and with a maddened roar he cried her name
--"Aggie!"
The woman sank down. Perhaps his grasp forced her down. "'Fo' Gawd!" she
cried--"'fo Gawd, Mass Johnnie, I dun'no'!" holding up beseeching hands
between herself and the awful glare of his eyes. "I'll tell you, suh, Mass
Johnnie, I'll tell you!" crouching away from him. "Miss Nellie gimme out
dinner en supper, den she put on she hat en gone to de ole chimbly en git
some de brier what grow dey. Den she come back en tell Abram fuh git a
bresh broom en sweep de ya'd. Lemme go, Mass Johnnie, please, suh, en I
tell you better, suh. En Abram teck de hatchet en gone to'des de railroad
fuh cut de bresh. 'Fo' Gawd, Mass Johnnie, it's de trute, suh! Den I tell
Miss Nellie say de chicken is all git out de coop, en she say I muss ketch
one fuh unner supper, suh; en I teck de dawg en gone in de fiel' fuh look
fuh de chicken. En I see Miss Nellie put 'e glub en de brier on de step, en
walk to'des de swamp, like 'e was goin' on de dam--'kase de water ent rise
ober de dam den--en den I gone in de broom-grass en I run de chicken, en I
ent ketch one tay I git clean ober to de woods.
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