‘at he war gone; an’ now she done tol’ me he ain’t nevah goin’ to come back to these here mountins. Ev’ybody on the mountins knows that. He jes’ have fooled you-all that-a-way, makin’ out to marry you whilst he war in bed, like he couldn’ stand on his feet, an’ then gittin’ up an’ goin’ off this-a-way, an’ bidin’ nigh on to a year. We don’t ‘low our women to be done that-a-way, like they war pore white trash. I come back fer you like I promised, an’ you done gin me your promise, too. I reckon you won’t go back on that now.” He stepped nearer, and she clasped the babe closer, but did not flinch.

“Yes, Frale, you promised, and I — I — promised — to save you from yourself — to