Pitchin' hay hyar made me think it was hot," he said, as she tripped on.

Ambrose, fo' de Lawd's sake, git away from hyar!

Dese gennlemen hyar thinks yo' is a Voodoo.

Git outa hyar quick!" Dominique, his evil face twitching with fury, picked up the ragged shreds of his coat and walked unsteadily out.

"Mistah Travis," began Mr. Scott deferentially, clearing his throat, "would you-all be good enough to jine our little gatherin' while we confabulate on dis hyar recent contabulaneous incident?

"Gennlemen," he said, "Ah sho appreciates yo' good sperit in dis hyar unfo'tunate affair.

But Ah tells you-all hyar an' now dat Dominique Raffin ain't no mo' Voodoo den Ah is.

"If you-all wants to decide dis mattah beyont all doubt, Ah respekf'ly suggests dat we hold a see-ance in dis hyar room, under any c'nditions dat you-all kin d'vise.

Still tied to his chair, he inquired: "Is any one hyar?"

For a second there was silence, then the dulcet tones of Miss Aphrodite fell on the big negro's ear: "Ah's hyar, Ambrose," she said.

"Well, den"recognizing her voice"would you mine lightin' de gas till Ah can tie mahself loose from dis hyar throne ob glory?"

I just stand hyar laughing.

(See also Bradford, Roark; 11Feb70; R480104) I Just stand hyar laughing.

OL' DOC' HYAR Ur ol' Hyar lib in ur house on de hill, He hunner yurs ol' an' nebber wuz ill; He yurs dee so long an' he eyes so beeg, An' he laigs

OL' DOC' HYAR Ur ol' Hyar lib in ur house on de hill, He hunner yurs ol' an' nebber wuz ill; He yurs dee so long an' he eyes so beeg, An' he laigs

Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een ur mighty fine house on ur mighty high hill.

Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een ur mighty fine house on ur mighty high hill.

Mistah Ba'r fall sickdee sont fur Doc' Hyar, "O, Doctah, come queeck, an' see Mr. B'ar; He mighty nigh daid des sho' ez you b'on!"

"Too much ur young peeg, too much ur green co'n," Ez he put on he hat, said Ol' Doc' Hyar; "I'll tek 'long meh lawnce, an' lawnce Mistah B'ar," Said Ol' Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een ur mighty fine house on ur mighty high hill.

"Too much ur young peeg, too much ur green co'n," Ez he put on he hat, said Ol' Doc' Hyar; "I'll tek 'long meh lawnce, an' lawnce Mistah B'ar," Said Ol' Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een ur mighty fine house on ur mighty high hill.

Mistah B'ar he groaned, Mistah B'ar he growled, W'ile de ol' Miss B'ar an' de chillen howled; Doctah Hyar tuk out he sha'p li'l lawnce, An' pyu'ced Mistah B'ar twel he med him

Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een ur mighty fine house on ur mighty high hill.

But de vay naix day Mistah B'ar he daid; Wen dee tell Doc' Hyar, he des scratch he haid: "Ef pahsons git well ur pahsons git wu's, Money got ter come een de Ol' Hyar's pu's; Not wut folkses does, but fur wut dee know Does de folkses git paid"an' Hyar larfed low, Dis Ol'

But de vay naix day Mistah B'ar he daid; Wen dee tell Doc' Hyar, he des scratch he haid: "Ef pahsons git well ur pahsons git wu's, Money got ter come een de Ol' Hyar's pu's; Not wut folkses does, but fur wut dee know Does de folkses git paid"an' Hyar larfed low, Dis Ol'

Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een de mighty fine house on de mighty high hill!