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“Sandy en his noo wife got on mighty well tergedder, en de niggers all ‘mence’ ter talk about how lovin’ dey wuz. W’en Tenie wuz tuk sick oncet, Sandy useter set up all night wid ‘er, en den go ter wuk in de mawnin’ des lack he had his reg’lar sleep; en Tenie would ‘a done anythin’ in de worl’ for her Sandy.

“Sandy en Tenie hadn’ b’en libbin’ tergedder fer mo’ d’n two mont’s befo’ Mars Marrabo’s old uncle, w’at libbed down in Robeson County, sent up ter fine out ef Mars Marrabo couldn’ len’ ‘im er hire ‘im a good han’ fer a mont’ er so. Sandy’s marster wuz one er dese yer easy-gwine folks w’at wanter please eve’ybody, en he says yas, he could len’ ‘im Sandy. En Mars Marrabo tole Sandy fer ter git ready ter go down ter Robeson nex’ day, fer ter stay a mont’ er so.

“Hit wuz monst’us hard on Sandy fer ter take ‘im ‘way fum Tenie. Hit wuz so fur down ter Robeson dat he didn’ hab no chance er comin’ back ter see her tel de time wuz up; he wouldn’ a’ mine comin’ ten er fifteen mile at night ter see Tenie, but Mars Marrabo’s uncle’s plantation wuz mo’ d’n forty mile off. Sandy wuz mighty sad en cas’ down atter w’at Mars Marrabo tole ‘im, en he says ter Tenie, sezee: —

“‘I’m gittin monstus ti’ed er dish yer gwine roun’ so much. Here I is lent ter Mars Jeems dis mont’, en I got ter do so-en-so; en ter Mars Archie de nex’ mont’, en I got ter do so-en-so; den I got ter go ter Miss Jinnie’s: en hit’s Sandy dis en Sandy dat, en Sandy yer en Sandy dere, tel it ‘pears ter me I ain’ got no home, ner no marster, ner no mistiss, ner no nuffin’. I can’t eben keep a wife: my yuther ole ‘oman wuz sole away widout my gittin’ a chance fer ter tell her good-by; en now I got ter go off en leab you, Tenie, en I dunno whe’r I’m eber gwine ter see yer ag’in er no. I wisht I wuz a tree, er a stump, er a rock, er sump’n w’at could stay on de plantation fer a w’ile.’

“Atter Sandy got thoo talkin’, Tenie didn’ say naer word, but des sot dere by de fier, studyin’ en studyin’. Bimeby she up’n says: —

“‘Sandy, is I eber tole you I wuz a cunjuh-‘ooman?’

“Co’se Sandy hadn’ nebber dremp’ er nuffin lack dat, en he made a great miration w’en he hear w’at Tenie say. Bimeby Tenie went on: —

“‘I ain’ gooph
ered nobody, ner done no cunjuh-wuk fer fifteen yer er mo; en w’en I got religion I made up my mine I wouldn’ wuk no mo’ goopher. But dey is some things I doan b’lieve it’s no sin fer ter do; en ef you doan wanter be sent roun’ fum pillar ter pos’, en ef you doan wanter go down ter Robeson, I kin fix things so yer won’t haf ter. Ef you’ll des say de word, I kin turn yer ter w’ateber yer wanter be, en yer kin stay right whar yer wanter, ez long ez yer mineter.’

“Sandy say he doan keer; he’s willin’ fer ter do anythin’ fer ter stay close ter Tenie. Den Tenie ax ‘im ef he doan wanter be turnt inter a rabbit.

“Sandy say, ‘No, de dogs mout git atter me.’

“‘Shill I turn yer ter a wolf?’ sez Tenie.

“‘No, eve’ybody’s skeered er a wolf, en I doan want nobody ter be skeered er me.’

“‘Shill I turn yer ter a mawkin’-bird?’