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an' glassy, an' it fly saft, sah, saf t as silk, in de moon- 

 light, an' it cry out at me, sah : ' Oh, poor me, lone 

 one, oh ! ' an' ma ha'r raise, sah, twell I get out ob 

 de wood. Tell yo', sah, lemme said to yo', sah, ef 

 yo' wants to feel dat dey is jumbies in dese wood, yo' 

 mus' to heah dat same ' King ob de Wood ' when he 

 hoot in some dark bailey. 



" Ha ! so yo' hab done heah him ? Yes, me massa, 

 me can 'member dis a same bud, sah, which to say, 

 him mek um feel like um judgmun' day was come, 

 sah, de fus' time me heah um. It was in de t'ick 

 wood, an' me come to a bailey 'tween two high moun- 

 tain which make up; ribbah flow 'tween um, swif 

 an' dark; all trees oberhead make um black like 

 night. 



" Lemme discose to yo', sah : dat sight make um 

 feel like little chile ; me don' hab not'ing only ma 

 gun; no dog, not one 'vidual t'ing; make um feel 

 so bad ma head raise (hair rose up), an' me wish um 

 safe out um dis wood. Well, lemme discose to yo' : 

 me feel dat me mus' do sumt'ing, an' so um let um 

 gun off — pam ! Dat mek um sperit recobah, sah ; but 

 all at once me hear um King ob de Wood, ' Who ? 

 who ? ' An' me t'ink, ' Who, f o' shua, who am me 

 who 'starb dis lonely place ? De good God A'mighty 

 he no mek um t'ick wood fo' ole Tom Ned ; he mek 

 um fo' King ob de Wood an' sich like ! ' 



" P'r'aps yo' neber heah ob de brack boy what got 

 scare at de King ob de Wood ? No ? Lemme discose 

 to yo'. He was a bad brack boy, sah, an' he hab been 

 done steal some chicken an' aig, sah ; de dark fin' 



