Dat Jack's a good nigger, en pooty smart."
? ? ? ? "Yes, he is. He ain't ever told me you was here; told me to come, and he'd show me a lot of water-moccasins. If anything happens, he ain't mixed up in it. He can say he never seen us together, and it'll be the truth."
? ? ? ? I don't want to talk much about the next day. I reckon I'll cut it pretty short. I waked up about dawn, and was agoing to turn over and go to sleep again, when I noticed how still it was- didn't seem to be anybody stirring. That warn't usual. Next I noticed that Buck was up and gone. Well, I gets up, a-wondering, and goes down stairs- nobody around; everything as still as a mouse. Just the same outside; thinks I, what does it mean? Down by the wood-pile I comes across my Jack, and says:
? ? ? ? "What's it all about?"
? ? ? ? Says he:
? ? ? ? "Don't you know, Mars Jawge?"
? ? ? ? "No," says I, "I don't."
? ? ? ? "Well, den, Miss Sophia's run off! 'deed she has. She run off in de night, sometime- nobody don't know jis' when- run off to git married to dat young Harney Shepherdson, you know- leastways, so dey 'spec.
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