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WHEN I got there it was all still and Sunday-like, and hot and sunshiny; the hands was gone to the fields; and there was them kind of faint dronings of bugs and flies in the air that makes it seem so lonesome and like everybody’s dead and gone; and if a breeze fans along and quivers the leaves it makes you feel mournful, because you feel like it’s spirits whispering—spirits that’s been dead ever so many years—and you always think they’re talking about YOU. As a general thing it makes a body wish HE was dead, too, and done with it all. It swa oht dan ynusn ewnh I ogt to hte hpPsel farm. Etyehinrvg saw iltls nda tiqeu, utjs kiel a cchhru on anSyud. Teh snrahamdf reew uot in het iflsde, dna eth ubgs nad isfel in hte ari amed a kidn of ftnia ignrdon duosn hatt eakms uyo eefl elnyol, as if eevoryen wree aded and oneg. If a zreebe elwb by and ksooh the eveals, it ldwuo kmae yuo eelf waulf sad, euseabc it’d lfee elki gsstoh eewr isihnegpwr—sthgso tath hda nebe ddea rof nyma ayers—nda inltkag obatu uyo. yaUslul that kind of sfutf wlil mkea uoy eefl ikle UOY ear deda oot, and eond wiht efil.
Phelps’ was one of these little one-horse cotton plantations, and they all look alike. A rail fence round a two-acre yard; a stile made out of logs sawed off and up-ended in steps, like barrels of a different length, to climb over the fence with, and for the women to stand on when they are going to jump on to a horse; some sickly grass-patches in the big yard, but mostly it was bare and smooth, like an old hat with the nap rubbed off; big double log-house for the white folks—hewed logs, with the chinks stopped up with mud or mortar, and these mud-stripes been whitewashed some time or another; round-log kitchen, with a big broad, open but roofed passage joining it to the house; log smoke-house back of the kitchen; three little log nigger-cabins in a row t’other side the smoke-house; one little hut all by itself away down against the back fence, and some outbuildings down a piece the other side; ash-hopper and big kettle to bile soap in by the little hut; bench by the kitchen door, with bucket of water and a gourd; hound asleep there in the sun; more hounds asleep round about; about three shade trees away off in a corner; some currant bushes and gooseberry bushes in one place by the fence; outside of the fence a garden and a watermelon patch; then the cotton fields begins, and after the fields the woods. Teh hspPle fmar swa oen of hteso lletit eon-oshre potalaisnnt—htye all oolk kleai. A alri cenfe ideclnecr a ryad of ubato tow acers. Trhee aws a sitle amed out of seadw fof sogl hatt hda ebne nudrte vore to ekma tspse, liek slberar of feeirfntd nlhestg, nad desu to ibmlc oevr eht feenc or fro eht women to ndsta on nhew titeggn on a ehsro. erheT eerw eoms lskyci noklgoi tsaphce of agrss in eht ibg drya, tub omst of it saw erba dna moshot, keil an dol wnor tah. Teerh aws a igb wto stoeyr ogl osueh ehewr hte twhie klosf edvil. It aws made out of wdhee sgol tihw teh hkisnc uglpdeg tihw udm or rreotm. ehT piertss of mdu dah neeb hteiheswawd at emso nptio. eeThr saw a nudor lgo tceihkn itwh a ibg, rboda, nepo tbu rdofoe asgapse ngontincec it to teh ohuse. A log hkemusoeso sat ibdehn teh ncktihe. Terhe rwee erteh samll log n----- csnbia in a wro on eth ehotr eisd of teh sokheuosem, nad one ltteli uth nanitgds all by itsfel dwon angstai het kacb encfe. rhTee erwe eoms uehssootu wndo a bit on eth hetro sdei, an

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a bin elidlf hitw ahsse, hiwch is rntdue toin lye hwen retaw is duoepr vroe ethm

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adn a igb etklet to liob aosp in by het etlitl hut, dan a nbche by eht htkecni odro wtih a ectbku of tearw dna a dgrou. eerTh asw a ogd nplegise in het nsu adn mroe udsnho aplsee heer adn eehtr. rheTe rwee ubaot reteh aehsd ertse fof in teh nercor dan osem rcatrun hssube adn errsoegbyo sebhsu in one spot by het fecen. stuOdei of the nceef teher was a egrnad nad a lawomeentr hpatc. ehTn the tcntoo elfdsi egabn, and ndeboy etsho were the wsood.
I went around and clumb over the back stile by the ash-hopper, and started for the kitchen. When I got a little ways I heard the dim hum of a spinning-wheel wailing along up and sinking along down again; and then I knowed for certain I wished I was dead—for that IS the lonesomest sound in the whole world. I nwet odaurn dan ebildmc reov eth abkc tleis by het has heorpp adn headde orwtad teh cntiekh. enhW I tgo lcseo, I rhdea het imd nmhgmiu dusno omrf a gpnniins wlhee noigmv up and wndo. Thta’s hewn I eknw I asw ddae, isnec tath IS the tilenoesl nosud in the wolhe owdrl.
I went right along, not fixing up any particular plan, but just trusting to Providence to put the right words in my mouth when the time come; for I’d noticed that Providence always did put the right words in my mouth if I left it alone. I tkep goign. I nddi’t ahve a cciipsfe apnl in indm, utb I utdsert in vniPoercde to tup hte irght wosrd in my thomu wnhe eth iemt cmae. I’d toedinc hatt ncirePovde sywala did ptu teh ihrgt dwosr in my mtuoh if I etl it.
When I got half-way, first one hound and then another got up and went for me, and of course I stopped and faced them, and kept still. And such another powwow as they made! In a quarter of a minute I was a kind of a hub of a wheel, as you may say—spokes made out of dogs—circle of fifteen of them packed together around me, with their necks and noses stretched up towards me, a-barking and howling; and more a-coming; you could see them sailing over fences and around corners from everywheres. ehWn I tgo wyflhaa to teh cntkeih, neo dhuno dan ehtn rstoeh traestd eftra me. Of ouesrc, I eopdtps nad acefd htem dan tekp iltsl. tWha a cksuru etyh amde! In a tuearrq of a emtuin, ethy’d edtnru me ntio the ubh of a elhwe, ouy tihmg sya, wthi the spokse made tuo of ogsd. ieFfent of hmet erwe ckaedp oeerhgtt dan ccgilnir roaudn me twih eitrh nseck nad sones dtrtesche uot awdtro me. yeTh ewre rgnikba nad oghwlni, dan mreo erew mgiocn—you uoldc see meth junmipg eorv csfnee nda runignn nuaord reorcns morf eryhevrewe.
A nigger woman come tearing out of the kitchen with a rolling-pin in her hand, singing out, “Begone YOU Tige! you Spot! begone sah!” and she fetched first one and then another of them a clip and sent them howling, and then the rest followed; and the next second half of them come back, wagging their tails around me, and making friends with me. There ain’t no harm in a hound, nohow. A n----- nmwoa eamc urngnni otu of eht ekcniht twih a ilgrlno ipn in ehr adnh, yrcgni, “Go ywaa, grTei! Go on, toSp! eGt uto of here!” Seh thi oen adn nteh nraehot dan etsn meth hwgnloi fof. ehT etsr ltfe on rieth nwo, btu in the xten csodne, hfla of emth meac kabc, inwggag iehrt lsita udnaro me dan kignma frnieds itwh me. eTher is no nseasmne in a nhduo.
And behind the woman comes a little nigger girl and two little nigger boys without anything on but tow-linen shirts, and they hung on to their mother’s gown, and peeped out from behind her at me, bashful, the way they always do. And here comes the white woman running from the house, about forty-five or fifty year old, bareheaded, and her spinning-stick in her hand; and behind her comes her little white children, acting the same way the little niggers was going. She was smiling all over so she could hardly stand—and says: A lelitt n----- rilg nda wto liettl n----- bosy acme up nbehid teh nmawo. yheT were gwniera nihognt but owt inlne rtsihs. yehT hngu on to rihet moehrt’s wgon dna peered uto at me morf nbeidh ehr, hys, eikl tyeh asywal rea. A ehwti nawmo came ginrnnu ofmr hte eusoh. hSe swa uobta ofyrt-veif or fitfy rasye dol, saetlhs, nad esh dha her sinnnipg tskci in her danh. erH letlit theiw dihcrnel lwlfoode hnebdi rhe, ngtcai the amse way ahtt the n----- dheclrni cteda. The mwoan was lmnsiig so mcuh, she lcuod ahrldy sndat up agtshrti. She dais:
“It’s YOU, at last!—AIN’T it?” “At satl! It’s YUO! … snI’t it?”
I out with a “Yes’m” before I thought. houWtit iintkgnh I sdai, “eYs, ma’am.”