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Chapter II

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We went tip-toeing along a path amongst ssssssssss

the trees back towards the end of the ssssssssss

widow's garden, stooping down so as ssssssssss

the branches wouldn't scrape our heads. ssssssssss

When we was passing by the kitchen ssssssssss

I fell over a root and made a noise. ssssssssss

We scrouched down and laid still. ssssssssss

Miss Watson's big nigger, named ssssssssss

Jim, was setting in the kitchen door; ssssssssss

we could see him pretty clear, because ssssssssss

there was a light behind him. He ssssssssss

got up and stretched his neck out ssssssssss

about a minute, listening. Then he ssssssssss

says,

"Who dah?" ssssssssss

He listened some more; then he

come tip-toeing down and stood ssssssssss

right between us; we could a touched ssssssssss

him, nearly. Well, likely it was min- ssssssssss

utes and minutes that there warn't a ssssssssss

sound, and we all there so close ssssssssss

together. There was a place on my ssssssssss

ankle that got to itching; but I ssssssssss

dasn't scratch it; and then my ear begun to itch; and next my back, right be-

tween my shoulders. Seemed like I'd die if I couldn't scratch. Well, I've

noticed that thing plenty of times since. If you are with the quality, or at a

funeral, or trying to go to sleep when you ain't sleepy -- if you are anywheres

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