"Do you reckon he saw us, Uncle Dan'l?"
"De law sakes, chile, didn't I see him a-lookin' at us?"
"Did you feel scared, Uncle Dan'l?"
"No, sah! When a man is 'gaged in prah, he ain't 'fraid o' nuffin—dey can't nuffin tech him."
"Well, what did you run for?"
"Well, I—I—Mars Clay, when a man is under de influence ob de sperit, he dunno what he's 'bout—no, sah; dat man dunno what he's 'bout. You mout take an' tah de head off'n dat man, an' he wouldn't scasely fine it out. Dah's de Hebrew chil'en dat went frough de fiah; dey was burnt considable—ob course dey was; but dey didn't know nuffin 'bout it—heal right up agin: if dey'd ben gals dey'd missed dey long haah, maybe, but dey wouldn't felt de burn."
"I don't know but what they were girls. I think they were."
"Now, Mars Clay, you knows better'n dat. Sometimes a body can't tell whedder you's a-sayin' what you means or whedder you's a-sayin' what you don't mean, 'case you says 'em bofe de same way."
"But how should I know whether they were boys or girls?"
"Goodness sakes, Mars Clay, don't de good book say?
'Sides, don't it call 'em de He-brew chil'en? If dey was gals wouldn't dey be de she-brew chil'en? Some people dat kin read don't 'pear to take no notice when dey do read."
"Well, Uncle Dan'l, I think that—My! here comes another one up the river! There can't be two!"
"We gone dis time—we done gone dis time, sho'! Dey ain't two, Mars Clay — dat's de same one. De Lord- kin 'pear eberywhah in a second. Goodness, how de fiah an' de smoke do belch up! Dat mean business, honey. He comin' now like he fo'got sumfim Come 'long, chil'en; time you's gwine to roos'. Go 'long wid you—ole Uncle Dan'l gwine out in de woods to rattle in prah—de ole niggah gwine to do what he kin to sabe you agin."
He did go to the woods and pray; but he went so far that he doubted, himself, if the "Lord" heard him when he went by.
