'But he has another wife now!'
'Wall, I thort he moight hev—but she'll lean, raather sudden, I reckon. What is she—white or nigger?'
'She's a likely quadroon girl. She has almost made a man of him.'
'Hi Lordy! then she's right smart. I'm gol-durned ef I could!'
'If you have so poor an opinion of him, why do you follow him?'
'Wall, I goes for a 'ooman's hevin' har own. When he put eöut I swore ter gol I'd foller 'im as soon as I got on his trail, ef I hed ter go to h—ll fur it!'
The low vulgarity of the woman disgusted me, and it seemed to have the same effect on the Squire, for he turned his back on her when she made the last remark. Not appearing to notice his manner, she said, after a moment:
'I say, Gin'ral! what 'bout thet stealin' bisness?'
'Bony was taken up a while back, for buying turpentine of the negroes. I reckon he's in jail yet.'
'Yas, I heerd uv thet—thet's how I treed 'im. Cunnel Lamsin—nigh on ter me—he seed it in the paper. I know'd 'im by th' Bonaparty. "When'll he be mauled?'