"Why, bless you, Saul, the poor thing's as wet as he can be; and don't you reckon it may be he's hungry?"

     "True for you, Rachel--I forgot."

     So the old lady says:

     "Betsy" (this was a nigger woman), "you fly around and get him something to eat as quick as you can, poor thing; and one of you girls go and wake up Buck and tell him--oh, here he is himself. Buck, take this little stranger and get the wet clothes off from him and dress him up in some of yours that's dry."

     Buck looked about as old as me--thirteen or fourteen or along there, though he was a little bigger than me. He hadn't on anything but a shirt, and he was very frowzy-headed. He came in gaping and digging one fist into his eyes, and he was dragging a gun along with the other one. He says:

     "Ain't they no Shepherdsons around?"

     They said, no, 'twas a false alarm.

     "Well," he says, "if they'd a ben some, I reckon I'd a got one."

     They all laughed, and Bob says: