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When I read Peter's letter all the family were anxious about his fate, should there be another battle fought. Old Ham was present and seemed to be much interested in what I was saying. He had been entertaining the three children with his simple stories about the 'Sesh, as he and Aunt Martha called the rebels. He spoke up, saying: "'Massa Daniel, I tells you da's no danger, sah.
"O sis' Susie, you know my two nice boys was sole from me two year afore I was sole off dat plantation down de river, an' it 'peared like my heart was broke; an' missus had me hit fifty lashes 'case I cried so much. An' de Lo'd has been my sun an shiel' all dis time. An' here I foun' my two boys; da's heap bigger, but da's my own dear boys.
"Say, look at the Red-bird," he shouted, as a Tanager flitted onto a low branch and blazed in the sun. "Bet I hit him first shot!" and he drew an arrow. "Here you, Saphead," said Sam, "quit that shooting at little birds. It's bad medicine. It's against the rules; it brings bad luck it brings awful bad luck. I tell you there ain't no worse luck than Da's raw-hide that I know."
He made no pretence to shroud things in mystery. "You mus' know, Massa Nadgel," he said, as they slowly drew near to the island, "I's 'fraid ob 'im dough I lub 'im." "But why do you love him, Moses?" "'Cause he sabe my life an' set me free." "Indeed? well, that is good reason. And why do you fear him?" "Da's what I don' know, massa," replied the negro with a puzzled look. "Is he harsh, then?"
"But what in the world is this gibberish about Egyptian Gods?" asked the Englishman, "Cats," said Dana Da, with a hiccough, for he had discovered the Englishman's whiskey bottle. "Cats, and cats, and cats! Never was such a Sending. A hundred of cats. Now give me ten more rupees and write as I dictate." Dana Da's letter was a curiosity.
"Da's more'n I dar tell till I ax his leave, sar. Dey tink some ob de foolish peepil dat he hab sold his-self to de dibil, but I knows better. He's a good man, and you'd hab great fun if you stop wid him. Now, what I's a-gwine to advise you is, come wid me an' see de hermit. If he lets you stop, good.
"Da's da ole wagon! da same spring an vley da same place dar hab been um trek-boken!" "A trek-boken!" cried Von Bloom and Hendrik, in a breath. "Ya, baas a mighty big one too; das da spoor of dem antelope See!" Von Bloom now comprehended all. The bareness of the country, the absence of the leaves on the lower bushes, the millions of small hoof-tracks, all were now explained.
Then the notary signed. As the four men approached the door to depart the baker said, lingeringly, to Attalie, smiling diffidently as he spoke: "Dat settin' still make a man mighty dry, yass." "Yass, da's true," said Attalie. "Yass," he added, "same time he dawn't better drink much water dat hot weader, no."
"Da's sumpin' got t' be did fo' all dese starbin white ladies an' gemmen ya-as sah! Dey is jes' about drivin' me mad. I kyan't stan' it." "What can't you stand, Nicodemus?" demanded Mr. Carter, good-naturedly. "Dey is a-groanin' an' a-takin' on powerful bad 'cause dey ain't no dining kyar cotched up wid us yet." "Dining car caught up with us?" gasped Nan and Bess together.
I'm a po' ole marchande des calas; mo courri 'mongs' de sojer boys to sell my cakes, you know, and da's de onyest reason why I cyah dat ah ole fool knife." She seemed to take some hope from the silence with which they heard her. Her eye brightened and her voice took a tone of excitement. "You'd oughteh tek me and put me in calaboose, an' let de law tek 'is co'se.
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