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On hearing this sudden question , the Ethiopian appeared to change his skin , its yellow hue becoming a ghastly white , while , shaking and stammering , he thus replied : `` No ! no ! There was no colored man ! It was an Irishman that hanged him last night , at eight o'clock . I came away at seven ! His folks ca n't have looked for him in the orchard yet . '' Scarcely had the yellow man spoken , when he interrupted himself , and though he seemed weary enough before , continued his journey at a pace which would have kept the pedlar 's mare on a smart trot .