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He bounced up and stared at me wild. Then he drops down on his knees,

and puts his hands together and says: ssssssssss

"Doan' hurt me -- don't! I hain't ever done no harm to a ghos'. I awluz

liked dead people, en done all I could for 'em. You go en git in de river agin,

whah you b'longs, en doan' do nuffn to Ole Jim, 'at 'uz awluz yo' fren'."

Well, I warn't long making him understand I warn't dead. I was ever so glad

to see Jim. I warn't lonesome, now. I told him I warn't afraid of him telling

the people where I was. I talked along, but he only set there and looked at me;

never said nothing. Then I says: ssssssssss

"It's good daylight. Le's get breakfast. Make up your camp fire good."

"What's de use er makin' up de camp fire to cook strawbries en sich truck?

But you got a gun, hain't you? Den we kin git sumfn better den strawbries."

"Strawberries and such truck," I says. "Is that what you live on?"

"I couldn' git nuffn else," he says.

"Why, how long you been on the island, Jim?"

"I come heah de night arter you's killed."

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