Down they went.
"Now, if you want any thing of the feathered tribe, pitch into those turkeys in that pen yonder," said I, pointing to it.
Away the boys went, a-flying.
"Good Lord! Now don't! don't get those turkeys! I'd rather you had took every goose on the place!"
"You are in a bad fix now, a'n't you?" said I. "Right out of the frying pan into the fire!"
Just then a little nigger girl came running in, and said:
"Missis, de Yankees dun got Lucy!"
"Where?" inquired the lady.
"Right out dat ar way," said the girl, pointing in the direction.
"Well now, I declare! Don't take that riding nag away from me, a poor lone widow, as I am; don't! Have a little mercy on me; do!"