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“Sam, I think this rather apocryphal,- this miracle. Crossing on floating ice isn’t so easily done,” said Mr. Shelby. “Easy! couldn’t nobody a done it, widout the Lord. Why, now,” said Sam, “’twas jist dis yer way. Mas’r Haley, and me, and Andy, we comes up to de little tavern by the river, and I rides a leetle aheads-(I’s so zealous to be a cotchin’ ‘Lizy, that I couldn’t hold in, no way);- and when I comes by the tavern winder, sure enough, there she was right in plain sight, and dey diggin’ on behind. Wal, I loses off my hat, and sings out ‘nuff to raise the dead. Course ‘Lizy she hars, and she dodges back when Mas’r Haley he goes past the door; and then, I tell ye, she clared out de side door; she went down the river-bank;- Mas’r Haley he seed her, and yelled out, and him, and me, and Andy, we took arter. Down she come to the river, and thar was the current running ten feet wide by the shore, and over t’other side ice a-sawin’ and a-jiggling up and down, kinder as ‘twere a great island. We come right behind her, and I thought my soul he’d got her sure enough,- when she gin sich a screech as I never hearn, and thar she was, clar over t’other side the current, on the ice, and then on she went, a-screech- ing and a-jumpin’,- the ice went crack! c’wallop! cracking! chunk! and she a- boundin’ like a buck! Lord, the spring that ar gal’s got in her an’t common, I’m o’ ‘pinion.” Mrs. Shelby sat perfectly silent, pale with excitement, while Sam told his story. “God be praised, she isn’t dead!” she said; “but where is the poor child now?” |
