human
Ah suttinly is mighty glad yo' is come up yere to live, Zachariah.
gpt
Look here, gal,--don' yo' go countin' on me too much, said he, suspiciously.
human
Ah got all Ah c'n do 'tendin' to mah own wo'k 'thout comin' over yander an' hulpin' yo'--
gpt
Lan's sakes, man, 'tain't mah look-out ef yo' come over yere an' tote mah clo'se-basket an' ev'thing 'round fo' me,--no, suh! Ah ain' nev' ast yo', has Ah? All Ah does is to hole Cato so he won't chaw yo' laig off when yo' come botherin' me to please 'low yo' to hulp me,--das all Ah do. An' lemme tell yo', nigger, dat ain' no easy job. 'Ca'se ef dere's one t'ing Cato do enjoy hit's dark meat,--yas, suh, hit's come so he won't even look at light meat no mo', he so sick o' feedin' off'n dese yere white shin-bones.
human
Well, den, why is yo' glad Ah come up yere to live?
gpt
Ah don' know nuffin' 'bout no ole Black Hawk.
human
Yo' all gwine to know 'bout him mighty quick, said she solemnly.
gpt
He's on de rampage. Scalpin' an' burnin' white folks at de stake an' des wallerin' in blood. Yas, suh,--Ah suttinly ain't gwine feel so skeert o' dat ole Black Hawk 'long as yo' is livin' right nex' do', Zachariah.
human
Wha' yo' all talkin' about?
gpt
Marse Joe,--he de sheriff dis yere county,--he done tole ole Mis' Gwyn dis evenin' all de news 'bout dat ole Black Hawk. Yas, suh,--ole Black Hawk he on de warpath. All de Injuns in dis yere--
human
Injuns?
gpt
Dey all got dere warpaint on an' dere tommyhawks--
human
How come Marse Kenneth he don' know nuffin' 'bout all dis? demanded Zachariah, taking a step or two backward and glancing anxiously over one shoulder, then the other.
gpt
He a lawyer. How come he don' know nuffin' 'bout--Say, how close dat ole sheriff say dem Injuns is?
human
Dat's what I can't make out, Zachariah. He talk so kind o' low an' me lettin' de dishpan drop right in de middle--
gpt
Ah guess Ah better go right straight in de house an' tell Marse Kenneth 'bout dis, hastily announced Zachariah. Then he bethought himself to add: