'What do they want?'
'I don't know; something about potatoes and beans.'
'Bees? We 'aint got no bees;' and with that he took one of his tremendous pinches of snuff.
'Beans, beans! don't you hear that?' And then turning to Jim and Sam, who had walked up beside her—
'He grows wus and wus; and it's my candid belief that it's his snuffin' and snuffin' all the time so; his ears, I s'pose, is all stopped clean up; and the only way the sound can git into his head is through his nose, like; and when he stuffs that full, it's like hollerin' agin' a log.'
But he did hear beans, as she last spoke it.
'Beans? What of 'em?'
'Well, do tell me, boys, what you want on 'em, and I'll try to make him hear, for you never can.'
With that Jim communicated to her his business, and when she understood it clearly, appeared not a little pleased.
'I didn't know but you'd come from Grizzle's, and I don't like him; he's a good-for-nothin' old varmint, and he's spilin' all the men and boys in the place; and I told Bloodgood I'd rather throw the potatoes in the creek than let him have one on 'em.' So she went to work with a good will to tell their errand.