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Miss Lou by Edward Payson Roe
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seen before, was not over her head, and a band of Confederates who
would have made him a prisoner and punished her were only a few rods
away. A close observer, however, might have noticed that she was not
enjoying languid whiffs, as had been the case in the afternoon. The
old woman had put guile into her pipe as well as tobacco, and she
hoped its smoke would blind suspicious eyes if any were hunting for
a stray Yankee. Chunk's pone and bacon had been put near the fire to
keep warm, and Scoville looked at the viands longingly.

At last he ventured to whisper, "Aun' Jinkey, I am as hungry as a
wolf."

"Hesh!" said the old woman softly. Then she rose, knocked the ashes
from her pipe with great deliberation, and taking a bucket started
for the spring. In going and coming she looked very sharply in all
directions, thus satisfying herself that no one was watching the
cabin. Re-entering, she whispered, "Kin you lif de trap-do'?"

Scoville opened it, and was about to descend. "No, you kyant do
dat," interposed Aun' Jinkey, quickly. "Lie down up dar, en I han'
you Chunk's supper. He gits his'n at de big house. You's got ter
play possum right smart, mars'r, or you git cotched. Den we cotch
it, too. You 'speck I doan know de resk Chunk en me tookin?"

"Forgive me, Aunt Jinkey. But your troubles will soon be over and
you be as free as I am."

"I doesn't want no sech freedom ez you got, mars'r, hid'n en
scrugin' fum tarin' en rarin' red-hot gallopers ez Mad Whately en
his men. Dey'd des bun de ole cabin en me in't ef dey knowed you's
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