“G’way, Cæsar, g’way, I don’t want you to hold me,
I’s gut sugar an’ molasses in my soul,
An’ I want’s Brer Honeycutt to hold me.”
Parson Honeycutt hurried down from the rostrum, caught Arabella by the right arm, and they went up the aisle singing “Glory hallelujah!”
Arabella went into a trance, fell in Brother Honeycutt’s arms, and was carried out and laid upon the grass beneath a large oak tree, where she was permitted to cool off and “come around.”
The sequel: That afternoon, while on his way home, Brother Honeycutt was thrown from his roan mule, Napoleon Bonaparte, who became frightened at a toad hopping across the road, and had his left forefinger broken.
“I told you so!” said one and all. “Dat nigger’s vision allers comes true.”
Jim in a Peaceful Mood.