We
buried um long side ob de others out dar in de gyrden; and dar dey
is--five on um, sir, and we ant got nobody lef us cep little Mars Bev.
Yes, sir, he dar yet, praise Gaud!
[Winthrop has been listening eagerly, but towards the latter
part he turns away, looking off across the river. When
he turns he is strangely pale and worn looking. He speaks
with an effort.
Winth. And Fair, how is she now?
Marthy. Well, sir, dat child done keep Old Mistus live, I recon.
She and Mars Bev dey took de old place rite in dey own hands and
run hit, sir. Dey do mos everything whats did roun dar now. Cose Cupid
he helps a little, but den he cripple wid de rumatiz and cose he can't
do much. Dem chullen gets us mos all what we has ter eat. Dey raise er
little crap ob corn and work hit demselves. Dey got ol Jack yet. Dey
done gib de other hoses to de army, since Old Mistus say she recon she
ant need um no mo. Yes, sir, deys de bestis chullen. But Mars Bev still
talk bout goin in de army. He say he bleged ter go, cause he par say de
las thing fo he died dat he want hit (she is speaking slowly, almost to
herself). Miss Fair done got de uniform ready. I reckon hit wont be long
now; yes, sir, I reckon it wont be long.
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