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soldiers swearin' and singin' songs, and de black-
smif orderin' 'em roun', -' Sho! Git over dar!
Whoa, now!' Dat's what she say. She's gone
now herse'f- somewhar, so prob'ly she knows
how dey gits back. She'll be right glad to
know dat, she was allus so cur'ous. And she '11
fin' out all dere is to fin' out! She used to say
she like to know how dey do's lasted,- her
do's did n't last, for sho'. She was 'disgraceful
ragged!"
 The man observed his own tattered sleeve
with complacency.
 Well, fur me, I don't say nuffin' 'bout ghosts,
one way or de oder. I don' know nuffin', -
dat's a fac',- dat dere is any, or dat dere ain't
any. If I. said dere is, I'd be scar't; and if I
said dere is n't, den dey might be 'fended. So
I don't say nuffin'. Well, yes, to look roun' and
see how it's over wif 'em whedder dey comes
back or not, do make life seem mighty singular
short. Yes, it do. But dere's a pow'ful lot o'
trouble in it, fur its size! Dere was a time when
I was n't right sho' in my mind whedder it was
all wuf while,- all de trouble, just for de sake