"
"I'm gwine, Massa Will--deed I is," replied the negro very
promptly--"mos out to the eend now."
"OUT TO THE END!" here fairly screamed Legrand; "do you say you are
out to the end of that limb?"
"Soon be to de eend, massa--o-o-o-o-oh! Lor-gol-a-marcy! what IS
dis here pon de tree?"
"Well!" cried Legrand, highly delighted, "what is it?"
"Why 'taint noffin but a skull--somebody bin lef him head up de
tree, and de crows done gobble ebery bit ob de meat off."
"A skull, you say!--very well,--how is it fastened to the limb?--
what holds it on?"
"Sure nuff, massa; mus look. Why dis berry curious sarcumstance,
pon my word--dare's a great big nail in de skull, what fastens ob
it on to de tree."
"Well now, Jupiter, do exactly as I tell you--do you hear?"
"Yes, massa."
"Pay attention, then--find the left eye of the skull."
"Hum! hoo! dat's good! why dey ain't no eye lef at all."
"Curse your stupidity! do you know your right hand from your left?"
"Yes, I knows dat--knows all about dat--'tis my lef hand what I
chops de wood wid."
"To be sure! you are left-handed; and your left eye is on the same
side as your left hand.
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