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him, and asking him if he'd been imagining he saw something again. He raised

up, and blinked his eyes around, and says:

"Mars Sid, you'll say I's a fool, but if I didn't b'lieve I see most a million

dogs, er devils, er some'n, I wisht I may die right heah in dese tracks. I did, mos'

sholy. Mars Sid, I felt um -- I felt um, sah; dey was all over me. Dad fetch it,

I jis' wisht I could git my han's

on one er dem witches jis' wunst ssssssssss

-- on'y jis' wunst -- it's all I'd ssssssssss

ast. But mos'ly I wisht dey'd ssssssssss

lemme 'lone, I does." ssssssssss

Tom says: ssssssssss

"Well, I tell you what I

think. What makes them come ssssssssss

here just at this runaway nig- ssssssssss

ger's breakfast-time? It's be- ssssssssss

cause they're hungry; that's the ssssssssss

reason. You make them a ssssssssss

witch pie; that's the thing for ssssssssss

you to do." ssssssssss

"But my lan', Mars Sid,

how's I gwyne to make 'm a ssssssssss

witch pie? I doan' know how ssssssssss

to make it. I hain't ever hearn ssssssssss

er sich a thing b'fo.'" ssssssssss

"Well, then, I'll have to

make it myself." ssssssssss

"Will you do it, honey? -- will you? I'll wusshup de groun' und' yo' foot, I

will!"

' -- 'All right, I'll do it, seeing it's you, and you've been good to us and showed

us the runaway nigger. But you got to be mighty careful. When we come

around, you turn your back; and then whatever we've put in the pan, don't you

let on you see it at all. And don't you look, when Jim unloads the pan -- some-

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