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208 A STORY OF THE WAR.bosses en snatch a mouffle er sump'n' ter eat, but 'fo'he rid off, he call me up en say, sez he :" Daddy 'all Ole Miss's chilluns call me daddy'Daddy,' he say,''pears like dere's gwineter bemighty rough times 'roun' yer. De Yankees, dey erdone got ter Madison en Mounticellar, en 'twon't bemany days 'fo' dey er down yer. 'Tain't likely dey'llpester mother ner sister; but, daddy, ef de wus cometer de wus, I speck you ter take keer un um,' sezee." 'Den I say, sez I : How long you bin knowin'me, Mars Jeems ? ' sez I." 'Sence I wuz a baby,' sezee."'Well, den, Mars Jeems,' sez I, 'you know'd'twa'nt no use fer ter ax me ter take keer Ole Miss enMiss Sally.'" Den he tuck'n squoze my han' en jumpfilly I bin savin' fer 'im,on deen rid off. One time he tu'n'roun' en look like he wanter say sump'n', but he deswaf his han' so en gallop on. I know'd den dattrouble wuz brewin'.Nigger dat knows he's gwinetergit thumped kin sorter fix hisse'f, en I tuck'n fix uplike de war wuz gwineter come right in at de frontgate.I tuck'n got all de cattle en bosses tergedder endriv' um ter de fo'-mile place, en I tuck all de corn enfodder en w'eat, en put um in a crib out dar in dewoods ;en I bilt me a pen in de swamp, en dar I putde hogs. Den, w'en I fix all dis, I put on my Sundaycloze en groun' my axe. Two whole days I groun' dat