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 			<p>I made up my mind, before I went to sleep, that an example must be made of this miscreant. Knowing that the law in North Carolina, as elsewhere, was somewhat elastic, and the degree of punishment for crime largely dependent upon the vigor of the prosecution. I decided that five years in the penitentiary would be about right for this midnight marauder. It would give him time to break off the habit of stealing, and would strike terror to the hearts of other evildoers.</p>
 			<p>In the morning I went down to the smokehouse to inspect my captive. He was an insignificant looking fellow, and seemed very much frightened. I sent him down something to eat, and told him I was going have him taken to jail.</p>
 			<p>During breakfast I turned the matter over in my mind, and concluded that five years’ imprisonment would be a punishment rather disproportioned to the offence, and that perhaps two years in the penitentiary would be an equally effective warning.</p>
-			<p>One of my servants was going to town toward noon, with a load of grapes for shipment to the nearest market, and I wrote a note to the sheriff, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Weems, requesting him to send a constable out to take charge of the thief. The ink was scarcely dry before it occurred to me that over-severity in the punishment of crime was often productive of harm, and had seldom resulted in any good, and that in all probability, taking everything into consideration, a year in jail in the neighborhood would be ample punishment, and a more impressive object-lesson than a longer term in the more distant penitentiary.</p>
+			<p>One of my servants was going to town toward noon, with a load of grapes for shipment to the nearest market, and I wrote a note to the sheriff, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Weems, requesting him to send a constable out to take charge of the thief. The ink was scarcely dry before it occurred to me that over-severity in the punishment of crime was often productive of harm, and had seldom resulted in any good, and that in all probability, taking everything into consideration, a year in jail in the neighborhood would be ample punishment, and a more impressive object-lesson than a longer term in the more distant penitentiary.</p>
 			<p>During the afternoon I learned, upon inquiry, that my captive had a large family and a sick wife; that because of a trifling disposition he was without steady employment, and therefore dependent upon odd jobs for a livelihood. But while these personal matters might be proper subjects of consideration for the humanitarian, I realized that any false sentiment on my part would be dangerous to social order; and that property must be protected, or soon there would be no incentive to industry and thrift. I determined that the thief should have at least six months in jail, if I had to support his family during his incarceration.</p>
 			<p>I was sitting on the front piazza, indulging in a quiet smoke during the hot part of the afternoon, just after having arrived at the final conclusion, when old Julius came around the house, and, touching his hat, asked at what time my wife wished the rockaway brought round for our afternoon drive.</p>
 			<p>“I hardly think we shall go today,” I replied, “until the constable has come and taken that thief to jail. By the way, Julius,” I added with some severity, “why is it that your people can’t let chickens alone?”</p>

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 			<p>“W’en dinner-time come, en Hannibal wuz help’n’ de cook kyar de dinner f’m de kitchen inter de big house, en wuz gittin’ close ter de do’ whar he had ter go in, his feet sta’ted ter bu’n en his head begun ter swim, en he let de big dish er chicken en dumplin’s fall right down in de dirt, in de middle er de ya’d, en de w’ite folks had ter make dey dinner dat day off’n col’ ham en sweet’n’ ’taters.</p>
 			<p>“De nex’ mawnin’ he overslep’ hisse’f, en got inter mo’ trouble. Atter breakfus’, Mars’ Dugal’ sont ’im ober ter Mars’ Marrabo Utley’s fer ter borry a monkey wrench. He oughter be’n back in ha’f a’ hour, but he come pokin’ home ’bout dinner-time wid a screw-driver stidder a monkey wrench. Mars’ Dugal’ sont ernudder nigger back wid de screw-driver, en Hannibal didn’ git no dinner. ’Long in de atternoon, ole mis’ sot Hannibal ter weedin’ de flowers in de front gya’den, en Hannibal dug up all de bulbs ole mis’ had sont erway fer, en paid a lot er money fer, en tuk ’em down ter de hawg-pen by de ba’nya’d, en fed ’em ter de hawgs. W’en ole mis’ come out in de cool er de ebenin’, en seed w’at Hannibal had done, she wuz mos’ crazy, en she wrote a note en sont Hannibal down ter de oberseah wid it.</p>
 			<p>“But w’at Hannibal got fum de oberseah didn’ ’pear ter do no good. Eve’y now en den ’is feet’d ’mence ter torment ’im, en ’is min’ ’u’d git all mix’ up, en his conduc’ kep’ gittin’ wusser en wusser, ’tel fin’lly de w’ite folks couldn’ stan’ it no longer, en Mars’ Dugal’ tuk Hannibal back down ter de qua’ters.</p>
-			<p>“ ‘<abbr>Mr.</abbr> Smif,’ sez Mars’ Dugal’ ter de oberseah, ‘dis yer nigger has done got so triflin’ yer lately dat we can’t keep ’im at de house no mo’, en I’s fotch’ ’im ter you ter be straighten’ up. You’s had ’casion ter deal wid ’im once, so he knows w’at ter expec’. You des take ’im in han’, en lemme know how he tu’ns out. En w’en de han’s comes in fum de fiel’ dis ebenin’ you kin sen’ dat yaller nigger Jeff up ter de house. I’ll try ’im, en see ef he’s any better ’n Hannibal.’</p>
+			<p>“ ‘<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Smif,’ sez Mars’ Dugal’ ter de oberseah, ‘dis yer nigger has done got so triflin’ yer lately dat we can’t keep ’im at de house no mo’, en I’s fotch’ ’im ter you ter be straighten’ up. You’s had ’casion ter deal wid ’im once, so he knows w’at ter expec’. You des take ’im in han’, en lemme know how he tu’ns out. En w’en de han’s comes in fum de fiel’ dis ebenin’ you kin sen’ dat yaller nigger Jeff up ter de house. I’ll try ’im, en see ef he’s any better ’n Hannibal.’</p>
 			<p>“So Jeff went up ter de big house, en pleas’ Mars’ Dugal’ en ole mis’ en de res’ er de fambly so well dat dey all got ter lackin’ ’im fus’rate; en dey’d ’a’ fergot all ’bout Hannibal, ef it hadn’ be’n fer de bad repo’ts w’at come up fum de qua’ters ’bout ’im fer a mont’ er so. Fac’ is, dat Chloe en Jeff wuz so int’rusted in one ernudder sence Jeff be’n up ter de house, dat dey fergot all ’bout takin’ de baby doll back ter Aun’ Peggy, en it kep’ wukkin’ fer a w’ile, en makin’ Hannibal’s feet bu’n mo’ er less, ’tel all de folks on de plantation got ter callin’ ’im Hot-Foot Hannibal. He kep’ gittin’ mo’ en mo’ triflin’, ’tel he got de name er bein’ de mos’ no ’countes’ nigger on de plantation, en Mars’ Dugal’ had ter th’eaten ter sell ’im in de spring, w’en bimeby de goopher quit wukkin’, en Hannibal ’mence’ ter pick up some en make folks set a little mo’ sto’ by ’im.</p>
 			<p>“Now, dis yer Hannibal was a monst’us sma’t nigger, en w’en he got rid er dem so’ feet, his min’ kep’ runnin’ on ’is udder troubles. Heah th’ee er fo’ weeks befo’ he’d had a’ easy job, waitin’ on de w’ite folks, libbin’ off’n de fat er de lan’, en promus’ de fines’ gal on de plantation fer a wife in de spring, en now heah he wuz back in de co’n-fiel’, wid de oberseah a-cussin’ en a-r’arin’ ef he didn’ get a ha’d tas’ done; wid nuffin but co’n bread en bacon en merlasses ter eat; en all de fiel’-han’s makin’ rema’ks, en pokin’ fun at ’im ’ca’se he’d be’n sont back fum de big house ter de fiel’. En de mo’ Hannibal studied ’bout it de mo’ madder he got, ’tel he fin’lly swo’ he wuz gwine ter git eben wid Jeff en Chloe, ef it wuz de las’ ac’.</p>
 			<p>“So Hannibal slipped ’way fum de qua’ters one Sunday en hid in de co’n up close ter de big house, ’tel he see Chloe gwine down de road. He waylaid her, en sezee:⁠—</p>

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 			<p>“I’m sure he ought to be,” exclaimed my wife indignantly. “I think there is no worse sin and no more disgraceful thing than cruelty.”</p>
 			<p>“I quite agree with you,” I assented.</p>
 			<p>“A man w’at ’buses his hoss is gwine ter be ha’d on de folks w’at wuks fer ’im,” remarked Julius. “Ef young Mistah McLean doan min’, he’ll hab a bad dream one er dese days, des lack ’is grandaddy had way back yander, long yeahs befo’ de wah.”</p>
-			<p>“What was it about <abbr>Mr.</abbr> McLean’s dream, Julius?” I asked. The man had not yet finished cleaning the spring, and we might as well put in time listening to Julius as in any other way. We had found some of his plantation tales quite interesting.</p>
+			<p>“What was it about <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> McLean’s dream, Julius?” I asked. The man had not yet finished cleaning the spring, and we might as well put in time listening to Julius as in any other way. We had found some of his plantation tales quite interesting.</p>
 			<p>“Mars Jeems McLean,” said Julius, “wuz de grandaddy er dis yer gent’eman w’at is des gone by us beatin’ his hoss. He had a big plantation en a heap er niggers. Mars Jeems wuz a ha’d man, en monst’us stric’ wid his han’s. Eber sence he growed up he nebber ’peared ter hab no feelin’ fer nobody. W’en his daddy, ole Mars John McLean, died, de plantation en all de niggers fell ter young Mars Jeems. He had be’n bad ’nuff befo’, but it wa’n’t long atterwa’ds ’tel he got so dey wuz no use in libbin’ at all ef you ha’ ter lib roun’ Mars Jeems. His niggers wuz bleedzd ter slabe fum daylight ter da’k, w’iles yuther folks’s didn’ hafter wuk ’cep’n’ fum sun ter sun; en dey didn’ git no mo’ ter eat dan dey oughter, en dat de coa’ses’ kin’. Dey wa’n’t ’lowed ter sing, ner dance, ner play de banjo w’en Mars Jeems wuz roun’ de place; fer Mars Jeems say he wouldn’ hab no sech gwines-on⁠—said he bought his han’s ter wuk, en not ter play, en w’en night come dey mus’ sleep en res’, so dey’d be ready ter git up soon in de mawnin’ en go ter dey wuk fresh en strong.</p>
 			<p>“Mars Jeems didn’ ’low no co’tin’ er juneseyin’ roun’ his plantation⁠—said he wanted his niggers ter put dey min’s on dey wuk, en not be wastin’ dey time wid no sech foolis’ness. En he wouldn’ let his han’s git married⁠—said he wuzn’ raisin’ niggers, but wuz raisin’ cotton. En w’eneber any er de boys en gals ’ud ’mence ter git sweet on one ernudder, he’d sell one er de yuther un ’em, er sen’ ’em way down in Robeson County ter his yuther plantation, whar dey couldn’ nebber see one ernudder.</p>
 			<p>“Ef any er de niggers eber complained, dey got fo’ty; so co’se dey didn’ many un ’em complain. But dey didn’ lack it, des de same, en nobody couldn’ blame ’em, fer dey had a ha’d time. Mars Jeems didn’ make no ’lowance fer nachul bawn laz’ness, ner sickness, ner trouble in de min’, ner nuffin; he wuz des gwine ter git so much wuk outer eve’y han’, er know de reason w’y.</p>

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 			<p>“Ef you makes up yo’ min’ not ter buy dat mule, suh,” he added, as he rose to go, “I knows a man w’at’s got a good hoss he wants ter sell⁠—leas’ways dat’s w’at I heared. I’m gwine ter pra’rmeetin’ ter-night, en I’m gwine right by de man’s house, en ef you’d lack ter look at de hoss, I’ll ax ’im ter fetch him roun’.”</p>
 			<p>“Oh, yes,” I said, “you can ask him to stop in, if he is passing. There will be no harm in looking at the horse, though I rather think I shall buy a mule.”</p>
 			<p>Early next morning the man brought the horse up to the vineyard. At that time I was not a very good judge of horseflesh. The horse appeared sound and gentle, and, as the owner assured me, had no bad habits. The man wanted a large price for the horse, but finally agreed to accept a much smaller sum, upon payment of which I became possessed of a very fine-looking animal. But alas for the deceitfulness of appearances! I soon ascertained that the horse was blind in one eye, and that the sight of the other was very defective; and not a month elapsed before my purchase developed most of the diseases that horseflesh is heir to, and a more worthless, broken-winded, spavined quadruped never disgraced the noble name of horse. After worrying through two or three months of life, he expired one night in a fit of the colic. I replaced him with a mule, and Julius henceforth had to take his chances of driving some metamorphosed unfortunate.</p>
-			<p>Circumstances that afterwards came to my knowledge created in my mind a strong suspicion that Julius may have played a more than unconscious part in this transaction. Among other significant facts was his appearance, the Sunday following the purchase of the horse, in a new suit of store clothes, which I had seen displayed in the window of <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Solomon Cohen’s store on my last visit to town, and had remarked on account of their striking originality of cut and pattern. As I had not recently paid Julius any money, and as he had no property to mortgage, I was driven to conjecture to account for his possession of the means to buy the clothes. Of course I would not charge him with duplicity unless I could prove it, at least to a moral certainty, but for a long time afterwards I took his advice only in small doses and with great discrimination.</p>
+			<p>Circumstances that afterwards came to my knowledge created in my mind a strong suspicion that Julius may have played a more than unconscious part in this transaction. Among other significant facts was his appearance, the Sunday following the purchase of the horse, in a new suit of store clothes, which I had seen displayed in the window of <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Solomon Cohen’s store on my last visit to town, and had remarked on account of their striking originality of cut and pattern. As I had not recently paid Julius any money, and as he had no property to mortgage, I was driven to conjecture to account for his possession of the means to buy the clothes. Of course I would not charge him with duplicity unless I could prove it, at least to a moral certainty, but for a long time afterwards I took his advice only in small doses and with great discrimination.</p>
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