" He lay silent for a moment, and then spoke proudly. "Big
Abel hauled me off the field after I went down. How he found me, God only
knows, but find me he did, and under fire, too."
"'Twuz des like pepper," remarked Big Abel, fanning briskly, "but soon es I
heah dat Marse Dan wuz right flat on de groun', I know dat dar warn' nobody
ter go atter 'im 'cep'n' me. Marse Bland he come crawlin' out er de bresh,
wuckin' 'long on his stomick same es er mole, wid his face like a rabbit
w'en de dawgs are 'mos' upon 'im, en he sez hard es flint, 'Beau he's down
over yonder, en I tried ter pull 'im out, Big Abel, 'fo' de Lawd I did!'
Den he drap right ter de yerth, en I des stop long enough ter put a tin
bucket on my haid 'fo' I began ter crawl atter Marse Dan. Whew! dat ar
bucket hit sutney wuz a he'p, dat 'twuz, case I des hyeard de cawn
a-poppin' all aroun' hit, en dey ain' never come thoo yit.
"Well, suh, w'en I h'ist dat bucket ter git a good look out dar dey wuz
a-fittin' twel dey bus', a-dodgin' in en out er de shucks er wheat dat dey
done pile 'mos' up ter de haids. I ain' teck but one good look, suh, den I
drap de bucket down agin en keep a-crawlin' like Marse Bland tole me twel I
git 'mos' ter de cawn fiel' dat run right spang up de hill whar de big guns
wuz a-spittin' fire en smoke. En sho' 'nough dar wuz Marse Dan lyin' unner
a pine log dat Marse Bland hed roll up ter 'im ter keep de Yankees f'om
hittin' 'im; en w'en he ketch sight er me he des blink his eyes fur a
minute en laugh right peart.
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