“W’en Dilsey started down ter de quarters, who should she meet but Dave, comin’ in fum de cotton-fiel’.  She turnt her head ter one side, en purten’ lack she did n’ seed Dave.

“‘Dilsey!’ sezee.

“Dilsey walk’ right on, en did n’ notice ’im.

“‘Oh, Dilsey!’

“Dilsey did n’ paid no ’tention ter ’im, en den Dave knowed some er de niggers be’n tellin’ her ’bout de ham.  He felt monst’us bad, but he ’lowed ef he could des git Dilsey fer ter listen ter ’im fer a minute er so, he could make her b’lieve he did n’ stole de bacon.  It wuz a week er two befo’ he could git a chance ter speak ter her ag’in; but fine’ly he cotch her down by de spring one day, en sezee:—­

“‘Dilsey, w’at fer yer won’ speak ter me, en purten’ lack yer doan see me?  Dilsey, yer knows me too well fer ter b’lieve I ’d steal, er do dis yuther wick’ness de niggers is all layin’ ter me,—­yer knows I would n’ do dat, Dilsey.  Yer ain’ gwine back on yo’ Dave, is yer?’

“But w’at Dave say didn’ hab no ‘fec’ on Dilsey.  Dem lies folks b’en tellin’ her had p’isen’ her min’ ‘g’in’ Dave.

“‘I doan wanter talk ter no nigger,’ says she, ‘w’at be’n whip’ fer stealin’, en w’at gwine roun’ wid sich a lookin’ thing ez dat hung roun’ his neck.  I’s a ’spectable gal, I is.  W’at yer call dat, Dave?  Is dat a cha’m fer ter keep off witches, er is it a noo kine er neckliss yer got?’

“Po’ Dave did n’ knowed w’at ter do.  De las’ one he had pended on fer ter stan’ by ’im had gone back on ‘im, en dey did n’ ’pear ter be nuffin mo’ wuf libbin’ fer.  He could n’ hol’ no mo’ pra’r-meetin’s, fer Mars Walker would n’ ’low ‘im ter preach, en de darkies would n’ ‘a’ listen’ ter ‘im ef he had preach’.  He didn’ eben hab his Bible fer ter comfort hisse’f wid, fer Mars Walker had tuk it erway fum ’im en burnt it up, en say ef he ketch any mo’ niggers wid Bibles on de plantation he ’d do ’em wuss’n he done Dave.

“En ter make it still harder fer Dave, Dilsey tuk up wid Wiley.  Dave could see him gwine up ter Aun’ Mahaly’s cabin, en settin’ out on de bench in de moonlight wid Dilsey, en singin’ sinful songs en playin’ de banjer.  Dave use’ ter scrouch down behine de bushes, en wonder w’at de Lawd sen’ ’im all dem tribberlations fer.

“But all er Dave’s yuther troubles wa’n’t nuffin side er dat ham.  He had wrap’ de chain roun’ wid a rag, so it did n’ hurt his neck; but w’eneber he went ter wuk, dat ham would be in his way; he had ter do his task, howsomedever, des de same ez ef he did n’ hab de ham.  W’eneber he went ter lay down, dat ham would be in de way.  Ef he turn ober in his sleep, dat ham would be tuggin’ at his neck.  It wuz de las’ thing he seed at night, en de fus’ thing he seed in de mawnin’.  W’eneber he met a stranger, de ham would be de fus’ thing de stranger would see.  Most un ’em would ‘mence’ ter laf, en whareber Dave went he could see folks p’intin’ at him, en year ’em sayin’:—­