1 Hold on a minute, my servant 'll he'p you with them bags.'
2 He flung a bag of something into the boat, and then got in himself and set down.
3 So I went and got the bag of meal and my old saw out of the canoe, and fetched them to the house.
4 Then they raked it into the bag again, and I see the king begin to swell himself up for another speech.
5 I run in the parlor and took a swift look around, and the only place I see to hide the bag was in the coffin.
6 But the king he got the bag before I could think more than about a half a thought, and he never suspicioned I was around.
7 I traveled nights, and hid daytimes and slept, and the bag of bread and meat I carried from home lasted me all the way, and I had a-plenty.
8 We shut the cellar door behind us, and when they found the bag they spilt it out on the floor, and it was a lovely sight, all them yaller-boys.
9 I didn't want to set her to thinking about her troubles again; and I couldn't seem to get my mouth to tell her what would make her see that corpse laying in the coffin with that bag of money on his stomach.
10 They took and shoved the bag through a rip in the straw tick that was under the feather-bed, and crammed it in a foot or two amongst the straw and said it was all right now, because a nigger only makes up the feather-bed, and don't turn over the straw tick only about twice a year, and so it warn't in no danger of getting stole now.