A Story of the War · page 21 2101Dey wuz mighty perlite, dem young chaps wuz; but Ole Miss, she never tu'n 'er head, en Miss Sally, she look straight at de fier.102Bimeby one un um see me, en he say, sezee:103"'Hello, ole man, w'at you doin' in yer?' sezee.104"'Well, boss,' sez I, 'I bin cuttin' some wood fer Ole Miss, en I des stop fer ter worn my han's a little,' sez I.105"'Hit is col', dat's a fack,' sezee.106"Wid dat I got up en tuck my stan' behime Ole Miss en Miss Sally, en de man w'at speak, he went up en worn his han's.107Fus thing you know, he raise up sudden, en say, sezee:108"'W'at dat on yo' axe?'109"'Dat's de fier shinin' on it,' sez I.110"'Hit look like blood,' sezee, en den he laft.111"But, bless yo' soul, dat man wouldn't never laft dat day ef he'd know'd de wukkins er Remus's mine.112But dey didn't bodder nobody ner tech nuthin', en bimeby dey put out.113Well, de Yankees, dey kep' passin' all de mawnin' en it look like ter me dey wuz a string un um ten mile long.114Den dey commence gittin' thinner en thinner, en den atter w'ile we hear skummishin' in de naberhood er Armer's fe'y, en Ole Miss 'low how dat wuz Wheeler's men makin' persoot.115Mars Jeems wuz wid dem Wheeler fellers, en I know'd ef dey wuz dat close I wa'n't doin' no good settin' 'roun' de house toas'n my shins at de fier, so I des tuck Mars Jeems's rifle fum behime de do' en put out ter look atter my stock.116"Seem like I ain't never see no raw day like dat, needer befo' ner sence.117Dey wa'n't no rain, but de wet des sifted down; mighty raw day.118De leaves on de groun' 'uz so wet dey don't make no fuss, en I got in de woods, en w'enever I year de Yankees gwine by, I des stop in my tracks en let un pass.119I wuz stan'in' dat away in de aidge er de woods lookin' out cross a clearin', w'en-- piff!--out come a little bunch er blue smoke fum de top er wunner dem big lonesome-lookin' pines, en den--pow!120"Sez I ter myse'f, sez I: 'Honey, you er right on my route, en I'll des see w'at kinder bird you got roostin' in you,' en w'iles I wuz a lookin' out bus' de smoke--piff! en den--bang!121Wid dat I des drapt back inter de woods, en sorter skeerted 'roun' so's ter git de tree 'twixt' me en de road.122I slid up putty close, en wadder you speck I see?123Des ez sho's you er settin' dar lissenin' dey wuz a live Yankee up dar in dat tree, en he wuz a loadin' en a shootin' at de boys des ez cool es a cowcumber in de jew, en he had his hoss hitch out in de bushes, kaze I year de creetur tromplin' 'roun'.124He had a spy-glass up dar, en w'iles I wuz a watchin' un 'im, he raise 'er up en look thoo 'er, en den he lay 'er down en fix his gun fer ter shoot.125"I had good eyes in dem days, ef I ain't got um now, en way up de big road I see Mars Jeems a comm'.126Hit wuz too fur fer ter see his face, but I know'd 'im by de filly w'at I raise fer 'im, en she wuz a prancin' like a school-gal.127I know'd dat man wuz gwineter shoot Mars Jeems ef he could, en dat wuz mo'n I could stan'.128Many's en many's de time dat I nuss dat boy, en hilt 'im in dese arms, en toted 'im on dis back, en w'en I see dat Yankee lay dat gun 'cross a lim' en take aim at Mars Jeems I up wid my ole rifle, en shet my eyes en let de man have all she had."129"Do you mean to say," exclaimed Miss Theodosia, indignantly, "that you shot the Union soldier, when you knew he was fighting for your freedom?"130"Co'se, I know all about dat," responded Uncle Remus, "en it sorter made col' chills run up my back; but w'en I see dat man take aim, en Mars Jeems gwine home ter Ole Miss en Miss Sally, I des disremembered all 'bout freedom en lammed aloose.131En den atter dat, me en Miss Sally tuck en nuss de man right straight along.132He los' one arm in dat tree bizness, but me en Miss Sally we nuss 'im en we nuss 'im twel he done got well.133Des 'bout dat time I quit nuss'n 'im, but Miss Sally she kep' on.134She kep' on," continued Uncle Remus, pointing to Mr. Huntingdon, "en now dar he is."135"But you cost him an arm," exclaimed Miss Theodosia.136"I gin 'im dem," said Uncle Remus, pointing to Mrs. Huntingdon, "en I gin 'im deze"--holding up his own brawny arms. "137En ef dem ain't nuff fer enny man den I done los' de way."1 2← previousIX. Time Goes By Turnsnext →I. Jeems Rober'son's Last Illness↑ back to Uncle Remus, His Songs and His SayingsThis page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/46/page/2/