human
Where are you goin'?
gpt
I'm a-gwine away, replied the man, in terror-stricken accents.
human
I'm a-gwine away mouty quick. I don't want to stay here no longer.
gpt
Indeed you're not goin' away. You'll stay right with us, and help us take care o' your comrades.
human
I'm a-gwine away, I tell y', shrieked Gabe.
gpt
I'm gwine right away. I'm skeered o' yo'uns. Yo'uns is no doctor, nor no sojer. Yo'uns is a conjure-man, and a Yankee conjure-man, too--wust kind. Yo'uns 've bin puttin' spells on them men, and yo'uns'll put a spell on me. I've felt hit from the fust. I'm a-gwine away. Le'me go, quick.
human
You're not goin' a step, except with us, he said.
gpt
Go back there, and 'tend to your business as I told you, or I'll break you in two.
human
O, Mister Yank--Mister Conjure-man! don't put no spell on me. Pray to God, don't! I had one on me wunst, when I was little, and liked to've died from hit. I haint no real rebel. I wuz conscripted into the army, or I wouldn't be foutin' yo'uns. I won't fout no more, if yo'uns'll not put a spell on me. 'Deed I won't! I swar to God I wont!
gpt
Put a spell on you? Conjure you? What dumbed nonsense! ejaculated Si, and then his eyes caught the rebel's fastened on the bottle in his hand, and a gleam of the meaning entered his mind. He had no conception of the dread the mountaineers have of being
human
but he saw that something about the bottle was operating terrifically on the rebel's mind and took advantage of it. He was in too much of a hurry to inquire critically what it was, but said:
gpt
Well, I won't do nothin' to you, so long's you're good, but mind that you're mighty good, and do just as I say, or I'll fix you. Git up, now, and take hold o' your pardner's feet, and help me lift him on the litter. Then you take hold o' the front handles. Monty, throw your gun-sling over your shoulder, and take hold o' the rear handles. The two o' you carry this man back. Alf, throw your gun-sling over your shoulder, put your arm under this man's, and help him along. I'll help this man.