“Way back yander befo’ de wah,” began Julius, “ole Mars Dugal’ McAdoo useter own a nigger name’ Dan.  Dan wuz big en strong en hearty en peaceable en good-nachu’d most er de time, but dange’ous ter aggervate.  He alluz done his task, en nebber had no trouble wid de w’ite folks, but woe be unter de nigger w’at ‘lowed he c’d fool wid Dan, fer he wuz mos’ sho’ ter git a good lammin’.  Soon ez eve’ybody foun’ Dan out, dey did n’ many un ’em ‘temp’ ter ’sturb ’im.  De one dat did would ‘a’ wush’ he had n’, ef he could ‘a’ libbed long ernuff ter do any wushin’.

“It all happen’ dis erway.  Dey wuz a cunjuh man w’at libbed ober t’ other side er de Lumbe’ton Road.  He had be’n de only cunjuh doctor in de naberhood fer lo! dese many yeahs, ‘tel ole Aun’ Peggy sot up in de bizness down by de Wim’l’ton Road.  Dis cunjuh man had a son w’at libbed wid ‘im, en it wuz dis yer son w’at got mix’ up wid Dan,—­en all ’bout a ’oman.

“Dey wuz a gal on de plantation name’ Mahaly.  She wuz a monst’us lackly gal,—­tall en soopl’, wid big eyes, en a small foot, en a lively tongue, en w’en Dan tuk ter gwine wid ’er eve’ybody ‘lowed dey wuz well match’, en none er de yuther nigger men on de plantation das’ ter go nigh her, fer dey wuz all feared er Dan.

“Now, it happen’ dat dis yer cunjuh man’s son wuz gwine ’long de road one day, w’en who sh’d come pas’ but Mahaly.  En de minute dis man sot eyes on Mahaly, he ’lowed he wuz gwine ter hab her fer hisse’f.  He come up side er her en ‘mence’ ter talk ter her; but she didn’ paid no ’tention ter ‘im, fer she wuz studyin’ ‘bout Dan, en she did n’ lack dis nigger’s looks nohow.  So w’en she got ter whar she wuz gwine, dis yer man wa’n’t no fu’ther ’long dan he wuz w’en he sta’ted.

“Co’se, atter he had made up his min’ fer ter git Mahaly, he ‘mence’ ter ’quire ‘roun’, en soon foun’ out all ’bout Dan, en w’at a dange’ous nigger he wuz.  But dis man ’lowed his daddy wuz a cunjuh man, en so he ‘d come out all right in de een’; en he kep’ right on atter Mahaly.  Meanw’iles Dan’s marster had said dey could git married ef dey wanter, en so Dan en Mahaly had tuk up wid one ernudder, en wuz libbin’ in a cabin by deyse’ves, en wuz des wrop’ up in one ernudder.

“But dis yer cunjuh man’s son did n’ ‘pear ter min’ Dan’s takin’ up wid Mahaly, en he kep’ on hangin’ ‘roun’ des de same, ’tel fin’lly one day Mahaly sez ter Dan, sez she:—­

“’I wush you ‘d do sump’n ter stop dat free nigger man fum follerin’ me ‘roun’.  I doan lack him nohow, en I ain’ got no time fer ter was’e wid no man but you.’

“Co’se Dan got mad w’en he heared ‘bout dis man pest’rin’ Mahaly, en de nex’ night, w’en he seed dis nigger comin’ ‘long de road, he up en ax’ ‘im w’at he mean by hangin’ ‘roun’ his ‘oman.  De man did n’ ‘spon’ ter suit Dan, en one wo’d led ter ernudder, ’tel bimeby dis cunjuh man’s son pull’ out a knife en sta’ted ter stick it in Dan; but befo’ he could git it drawed good, Dan haul’ off en hit ’im in de head so ha’d dat he nebber got up.  Dan ’lowed he ’d come to atter a w’ile en go ’long ’bout his bizness, so he went off en lef ‘im layin’ dere on de groun’.