Rosie kep' her mouth shet fer a long
while; an' I reckon as how the feller
'lowed she wasn't goin' to tell. Co'se
the woman folks got hit out'n her--they
al'ays gits whut they want, as you know
--an' thar the sorry cuss was--a-livin'
up thar in the Bend, jes aroun' that
bluff o' lorrel yander, a-lookin' pious, an'
a-singin', an' a-sayin' Amen louder 'n
anybody when thar was meetin'.
Well, my boy Jim an' a lot o' fellers
jes went up fer him right away. I don't
know as the boys would 'a' killed him
EXACTLY ef they had kotched him, though
they mought; but they got Abe Shivers,
as tol' the feller they was a-comin'--
you've heard tell o' Abe-an' they mos'
beat Abraham Shivers to death. Stranger,
the sorry cuss was Dave. Rosie
hadn't no daddy an' no mammy; an'
she was jes a-workin' at Dave's fer her
victuals an' clo'es. 'Pears like the pore
gal was jes tricked into evil. Looked
like she was sorter 'witched--an' anyways,
stranger, she was a fightin' Satan
in HERSELF, as well as in Dave. Hit was
two agin one, I tell ye, an' hit wasn't
fa'r.
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