Den up speak de New Han’, an he say, ‘Ef you all go in de woods ’ceptin dis man an me, whar you can’t see nuffin goin on, an wait till I holler, I’ll fix dis man right up good; but you all mus promis not to peek, for suffin bad happen ef yo do.’
So dey promis. An de ole man an he son go in de woods wher dey [[292]]can’t see nuffin. An de New Han’ he say to de man wid de misery in he back, ‘Go lay down on de saw-frame.’
Den he up wid de saw, an cut he in two. Den he up wid de two pieces of de man, an trow em into de branch, an de pieces jine togidder, an de ole man wid de misery in he back come outer de branch a live an well man an quite young like an frisky. Den he fell a-thankin de New Han’, but he jest tole he to shet up. An den he hollerd. Sam and he fader come a-runnin, an was mighty exprised when dey seen de young-lookin nigger in de place of de ole limpin man. But de New Han’ wouldn’t say nuffin ’bout it. So dey jest shet up, an things carried on same as usual till de ole man he got word his mudder very bad, an he must start right off fur to see her. Befo he go he dun tole Sam not fur to ac obstropolus wid de New Han’, case ef he did, so sho’ would he git a dubbin soon ez he got back. But Sam he forgit jes so soon de ole man gone, an behave wery overbearin an obstropolus.
Finally de New Han’ say to Sam, ‘Ef you don’ quit behavin, I’se gwine to leave when my yeah up, an dat’s to-morrer.’
Den Sam ac real owdashus, an tole him, ‘Go along now, yo fool.’
Sho’ enuff nex dey de New Han’ dun gone, an no one seed him go, an no one pass he in de road or in de wood. Well, de wery nex day ’long come de nigger what was made young an likely by de New Han’, an ’long wid him come he ole woman totin a baskit wid a elegant fat possum an sweet taters dat fairly made Sam mouf water. After passin de time o’ day an so on, de man ax arter de New Han’, sayin he want him fix up de ole woman same like he do him.
Sam say, ‘O, he be back to-morrer. Jes leave de possum, an come agin. I’ll gin it to him when he come.’
But de man too smart fur dat, an wouldn’ leave hit.
So Sam ’fraid he gwine to lose de possum, so he say, ‘De New Han’ dun gone off fur to see he sic fader, an dun tole me fo’ he go for to ax you an do same what he done to you.’
So den de man tole Sam, an Sam tell de man to go in de wood an shet he eyes. Den Sam he saw de ole woman in two, an frow de pieces in de branch; but dar dey stay. Den Sam git skeered, an go down to de branch, an try to jine de pieces, but dey wont jine. An de ole ’oman’s husban come a-runnin and a-hollerin outer de wood case he see suffin wrong; an de neighbers come, an dey take Sam an try he, an fin’ he guilty.