I went off down to the river, studying over this thing, and pretty soon I noticed that my nigger was following along behind. When we was out of sight of the house he looked back and around a second, and then comes a-running, and says:
“Mars Jawge, if you’ll come down into de swamp I’ll show you a whole stack o’ water-moccasins.”
Thinks I, that’s mighty curious; he said that yesterday. He oughter know a body don’t love watermoccasins enough to go around hunting for them. What is he up to, anyway? So I says:
