74. Two Sisters. [Note]
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74. Two Sisters. [Note]
Margaret Morris, Maroon Town, Cock-pit country.
Have a little dog an’ call de dog “Doggie.” Dog see when dead woman come. She call to de dog,
“Han’ me my baby, my little doggie.”
“O yes, Miss Grace, my fair lady.”
Gi’ him de baby.
“Gi’ me some water, my little doggie.”
“O yes, Miss Grace, my fair lady.”
“Han’ me my bowl, my little doggie.”
“O yes, Miss Grace, my fair lady.”
“Gi’ me some water, my little doggie.”
“O yes, Miss Grace, my fair lady.”
“Gi’ me my comb, my little doggie.”
“O yes, Miss Grace, my fair lady.”
“Gi’ me my baby, my little doggie.”
“O yes, Miss Grace, my fair lady.”
De gentleman hear ev’ry word. De lady say, “Oh, not’ing, my dear!” Don’ want de Busha fe hear not’ing. An’ de las’ night come, de neighbor put him up to put a pail of milk an’ a pail of hot water at de doorway an’ to cover it wid a sheet. De dead woman come an’ call out de same:
“Gi’ me my clo’es, my little doggie.”
“O yes, Miss Grace, my fair lady.”
“Take my baby, my little doggie.”
“O yes, Miss Grace, my fair lady.”
Tek de baby an’ put it to bed. An’ step in de hot water, pitch into de milk cover wid de white sheet. Take him out of de cover an’ wrap her up, an’ she look up eyes fix up. De gentleman say, “What do you, me dear?” An’ say, “My sister shove me down in de ball. Him call to me fe go an’ pick peas an’ shove me in deh.” When de gentleman fin’ out wife dead, take Miss Wheel, build a lime-kiln an’ ship into a barrel an’ pitch down de hill-side roll it in de fire.
Jack man dory!
Dat’s de end of de story.