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“De han’s at de saw-mill had des got de big log on de kerridge, en wuz startin’ up de saw, w’en dey seed a ‘oman runnin up de hill, all out er bref, cryin’ en gwine on des lack she wuz plumb ‘stracted. It wuz Tenie; she come right inter de mill, en th’owed herse’f on de log, right in front er de saw, a-hollerin’ en cryin’ ter her Sandy ter fergib her, en not ter think hard er her, fer it wa’n’t no fault er hern. Den Tenie ‘membered de tree didn’ hab no years, en she wuz gittin’ ready fer ter wuk her goopher mixtry so ez ter turn Sandy back, w’en de mill-hands kotch holt er her en tied her arms wid a rope, en fasten’ her to one er de posts in de saw-mill; en den dey started de saw up ag’in, en cut de log up inter bo’ds en scantlin’s right befo’
her eyes. But it wuz mighty hard wuk; fer of all de sweekin’, en moanin’, en groanin’, dat log done it w’iles de saw wuz a-cuttin’ thoo it. De saw wuz one er dese yer ole-timey, up-en-down saws, en hit tuk longer dem days ter saw a log ‘en it do now. Dey greased de saw, but dat didn’ stop de fuss; hit kep’ right on, tel finely dey got de log all sawed up.

“W’en de oberseah w’at run de saw-mill come fum brekfas’, de han’s up en tell him ’bout de crazy ‘ooman — ez dey s’posed she wuz — w’at had come runnin’ in de saw-mill, a-hollerin’ en gwine on, en tried ter th’ow herse’f befo’ de saw. En de oberseah sent two er th’ee er de han’s fer ter take Tenie back ter her marster’s plantation.

“Tenie ‘peared ter be out’n her mine fer a long time, en her marster ha’ ter lock her up in de smoke-‘ouse tel she got ober her spells. Mars Marrabo wuz monst’us mad, en hit would a made yo’ flesh crawl fer ter hear him cuss, caze he say de spekilater w’at he got Tenie fum had fooled ‘im by wukkin’ a crazy ‘oman off on him. Wiles Tenie wuz lock up in de smoke-‘ouse, Mars Marrabo tuk’n’ haul de lumber fum de saw-mill, en put up his noo kitchen.

“W’en Tenie got quiet’ down, so she could be ‘lowed ter go ‘roun’ de plantation, she up’n tole her marster all erbout Sandy en de pine-tree; en w’en Mars Marrabo hearn it, he ‘lowed she wuz de wuss ‘stracted nigger he eber hearn of. He didn’ know w’at ter do wid Tenie: fus’ he thought he’d put her in de po’-house; but finely, seein’ ez she didn’ do no harm ter nobody ner nuffin’, but des went roun’ moanin’, en groanin’, en shakin’ her head, he ‘cluded ter let her stay on de plantation en nuss de little nigger chilluns w’en dey mammies wuz ter wuk in de cotton-fiel’.

“De noo kitchen Mars Marrabo buil’ wuzn’ much use, fer it hadn’ be’n put

“W’en it come ter dat, Mars Marrabo tuk ‘n’ to’ de kitchen down, en use’ de lumber fer ter buil’ dat ole school-‘ouse w’at youer talkin’ ’bout pullin’ down. De school-‘ouse wuzn’ use’ ‘cep’n’ in de daytime, en on dark nights folks gwine ‘long de road would hear quare soun’s en see quare things. Po’ ole Tenie useter go down dere at night, en wander ‘roun’ de school-‘ouse; en de niggers all ‘lowed she went fer ter talk wid Sandy’s sperrit. En one winter mawnin’, w’en one er de boys went ter school early fer ter start de fire, w’at should he fine but po’ ole Tenie, layin’ on de flo’, stiff, en cole, en dead. Dere didn’ ‘pear ter be nuffin’ pertickler de matter wid her, — she had des grieve’ herse’f ter def fer her Sandy. Mars Marrabo didn’ shed no tears. He thought Tenie wuz crazy, en dey wa’n’t no tellin’ w’at she mout do nex’; en dey ain’ much room in dis worl’ fer crazy w’ite folks, let ‘lone a crazy nigger.