“What, dat great heaby head?”
“Yes.”
“What, all de way fro’ de tree?”
“Yes.”
“No, no, Mass’ George, um too heaby. Dat kill a poor nigger all dead, oh!”
“Nonsense! It is not so heavy as all that.”
“Oh, yes; um drefful heaby. Frow um in.”
“But I want my father to see it, and Morgan would like to.”
“Eh? I see.”
He ducked down quickly, and lifted the head on to an old stump. Then, breaking off a bough of dead wood, he chopped a short piece off and propped open the huge jaws.