. Told by Uncle Remus : new stories of the old plantation . bile him amess er beans, an all de time, she d be givin imde wuss kinder sass. Oh, she wuz a honey! Anwhen it come ter low-down meanness, she wuzrank an ripe. She d take de sparrer-grass whathe fotch, an kindle de fire wid it. She d burn despar-ribs an scorch de tripe, an she d do eveykinder way but de right way, an dat shewould nt do, not ter save yo life. Well, dis went on an went on, an de manaint make no complaints; he des watch an waitan pray. But atter so long a time, he see dat dataint gwine ter do no good, an he tuck an change
. Told by Uncle Remus : new stories of the old plantation . bile him amess er beans, an all de time, she d be givin imde wuss kinder sass. Oh, she wuz a honey! Anwhen it come ter low-down meanness, she wuzrank an ripe. She d take de sparrer-grass whathe fotch, an kindle de fire wid it. She d burn despar-ribs an scorch de tripe, an she d do eveykinder way but de right way, an dat shewould nt do, not ter save yo life. Well, dis went on an went on, an de manaint make no complaints; he des watch an waitan pray. But atter so long a time, he see dat dataint gwine ter do no good, an he tuck an changehis plans. He spit in de ashes, he did, an he makea cross-mark, an turn roun twice so he kin facede sunrise. Den he shuck a gourd-vine flowerover de pot, an sumpn tol im fer ter take hisres an wait twel de moon come up. All dis timede oman, she wuz a quoilin, but bimeby, shewent on bout hsr business, an de man had somepeace; but not fer long. He aint no more dan hadtime fer ter put some thunderwood buds an somecalamus-root in de pot, dan here she come, an. Den he shuck a gourd-vine flower over de pof THE HARD-HEADED WOMAN 287 she come a-quoilin. She come in she did, an sheslam things roun des like you slams de gate. Atter kickin up a rippet, an makin de placehot ez she kin, de oman made a big fire un depot, an flewd roun dar des like she tryin fer tercook a sho nough supper. She made somedumplins an flung um in de pot; den she put insome peas an big pods er red pepper, an on toper all she flung a sheeps head. De man, he sotdar, an look straight at de cross-mark what hedone made in de ashes. Atterwhile, he gun tosmell de calamus-root a-cookin an he knowd bydat, dat sumpn wuz gwineter happen. De pot, it biled, an biled, an fus news youknow, de sheeps head gun ter butt de dumplinsout, an de peas, dey flewd out an rattled on deflo like a bag er bullets done busted. De oman,she run fer ter see what de matter is, an when shegot close ter de pot de steam f um de thunderwoodhit her in
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