Excerpt from The Hand of Fate Poor Cephas, he couldn't stand it. He got so mad one day, dat he threatened to kill Craven, an' den de trouble began. Craven jest schemed an' clotted, an' plotted an' schemed till he got poor Cephas sent to prison, where he died from a broken heart. O, Lord, help us poor creatures, 'cause dis life is more dan we can stand! Chorus: Don't cry, Pop, don't cry! Pop Fray: Ah, chil'ren, you must bear wid de ole man, if Ah an- weak an' feeble, 'cause Ah done been thro' it all, an' Ah pray God dat de day will never come again as de one dat is past an' gone. Chorus: Amen to dat, Pop, amen! BUD THOMAS: Well, Pop, you can cry if you wants to, an' you can stay if you wants to, but here's one black chile dat ain't gwine stand it, an' I ain't gwine to cry nether. So there! Jim Taylor: Oh, Bud, youshetup! You's always gwine do something, an' you's jest as 'fraid o' dat white man as anybody else; you an' dat Dick Walker is always agitatin' an' agitatin, ' an' when de time come you can't, do thin.' What's de use o' kickin' an' kickin' 'gainst de white man, when he's got all de money an' de say, an' you ain't got thin'? You might as well take it easy, an' don't listen to dat bigheaded fool of a Dick. Bud Thomas (temper rising): Don't you call Dick big-headed fool, 'cause he's my friend; an', moreover, he's got more sense in two minutes dan you would have if you lived to be as old as Mathusalem. Jim Taylor: You're a dirty liar, Bud Thomas, an' if you gie me anymore o' your lip I'll beat you till you can't see straight. Pop Fray: Now, chil'ren. don't do fussin', 'cause you all have trouble eugh fussin' wid Marse Craven. Bud Thomas: Beat me! You're ather liar Jim Taylor, and I'll chase myself oil the earth if I let a puppy like you beat me! Taylor (rising and approaching Dud): What! You call me a puppy? I'll show you in two minutes. (They rush together and atari to fight. Bud kcks Taylor down twice, stands over him for a minute, then turns his back and walks away.) Bud: I guess you've had eugh! (Taylor rises from floor with open knife to slab Dud in the back. (Bushes after him.) Taylor: No, I haven't! (Enter Dick, R. W. Dick grabs Taylor's hand with descending knife.) Dick: Yes. you have! And you'll get a little more if you try any of those dirty tricks again. Be a man, and don't act the coward. Now', drop that knife and get out o' here, and do it as quick as you can. Drop it, I say! (Taylor drops knife slowly, and turns with menacing look at Dick, walks to L. W. slowly, stops, turns, then walks quickly out.) Exit L. W. Dick: Hello, Uncle, how are you? I am real glad to see you again! Pop: Ah, Dick, I'se more'n glad to see you back safe an' sound from Richmond. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.