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In
the
morning
we
went
out
to
the
woodpile
and
chopped
up
the
brass
candlestick
into
handy
sizes
,
and
Tom
put
them
and
the
pewter
spoon
in
his
pocket
.
Then
we
went
to
the
nigger
cabins
,
and
while
I
got
Nat
's
notice
off
,
Tom
shoved
a
piece
of
candlestick
into
the
middle
of
a
corn-pone
that
was
in
Jim
's
pan
,
and
we
went
along
with
Nat
to
see
how
it
would
work
,
and
it
just
worked
noble
;
when
Jim
bit
into
it
it
most
mashed
all
his
teeth
out
;
and
there
war
n't
ever
anything
could
a
worked
better
.
Tom
said
so
himself
.
Jim
he
never
let
on
but
what
it
was
only
just
a
piece
of
rock
or
something
like
that
that
's
always
getting
into
bread
,
you
know
;
but
after
that
he
never
bit
into
nothing
but
what
he
jabbed
his
fork
into
it
in
three
or
four
places
first
.
And
whilst
we
was
a-standing
there
in
the
dimmish
light
,
here
comes
a
couple
of
the
hounds
bulging
in
from
under
Jim
's
bed
;
and
they
kept
on
piling
in
till
there
was
eleven
of
them
,
and
there
war
n't
hardly
room
in
there
to
get
your
breath
.
By
jings
,
we
forgot
to
fasten
that
lean-to
door
!
The
nigger
Nat
he
only
just
hollered
"
Witches
"
once
,
and
keeled
over
on
to
the
floor
amongst
the
dogs
,
and
begun
to
groan
like
he
was
dying
.
Tom
jerked
the
door
open
and
flung
out
a
slab
of
Jim
's
meat
,
and
the
dogs
went
for
it
,
and
in
two
seconds
he
was
out
himself
and
back
again
and
shut
the
door
,
and
I
knowed
he
'd
fixed
the
other
door
too
.
Then
he
went
to
work
on
the
nigger
,
coaxing
him
and
petting
him
,
and
asking
him
if
he
'd
been
imagining
he
saw
something
again
.
He
raised
up
,
and
blinked
his
eyes
around
,
and
says
:
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"
Mars
Sid
,
you
'll
say
I
's
a
fool
,
but
if
I
did
n'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
--
on
'
y
jis
'
wunst
--
it
's
all
I
'd
ast
.
But
mos
'
ly
I
wisht
dey
'd
lem
me
'
lone
,
I
does
"
Tom
says
:
"
Well
,
I
tell
you
what
I
think
.
What
makes
them
come
here
just
at
this
runaway
nigger
's
breakfast-time
?
It
's
because
they
're
hungry
;
that
's
the
reason
.
You
make
them
a
witch
pie
;
that
's
the
thing
for
YOU
to
do
.
"
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"
But
my
lan
'
,
Mars
Sid
,
how
's
I
gwyne
to
make
'm
a
witch
pie
?
I
doan
'
know
how
to
make
it
.
I
hai
n't
ever
hearn
er
sich
a
thing
b
'
fo
'
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
I
'll
have
to
make
it
myself
.
"
"
Will
you
do
it
,
honey
?
--
will
you
?
I
'll
wusshup
de
groun
'
und
'
yo
'
foot
,
I
will
!
"