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"Marse Job, dar's a gemman wid a mighty fine hoss wants to hab de pleasure ob seeing de young marse," said Tony, poking his head inside the door on the Friday afternoon after Job came home. The young man grasped his cap and hurried to the gate, finding there, to his surprise and consternation, the superintendent of the Yellow Jacket Mine sitting in his buggy.
Wan't goin to take back any common lobstas, bet you dat, notin for me but de best, de bery best ones dar. Dat ar's what kep me. It takes a heap ob time an car to get de best ones, when dar's a crowd lyin about ob all sizes, an de water comin in too." "But didn't you see that the tide was coming up to the point?"
"Yer knows dar's a smart open place dar, whar dey used ter hev de ole muster-ground. 'Twas de time ob de full moon, an' when I woke up a-hearin' somethin', an' kind o' peeped out under de pine bushes, I t'ought at fust dat it was de ghostesses ob de ole chaps dat hed come back ter muster dar, sure 'nough.
"Dar's a whole comp'ny of sodjers on hossback comin' down de road!" shouted Cuffy, as soon as he could collect breath enough to speak. "What are they, Cuffy?" demanded Warren. "Sodjers! Mars'r Warren." "Of course they are soldiers; but on which side do they belong?" "Dressed in blue, Mars'r Warren. Mus' be Union." "The force must be one, or both, of your companies, Lieutenant," added Warren.
"Well now, honey, I habn't had a bite nudder, an' I'se gwine to take dinneh heah ef you'se willin'." "Why, surely, Aun' Sheba. It's little we have, you but know I'd share my last crust with you." Again the guest was bubbling over with good-natured merriment. "We ain't got to de las' crus' yit, an' I couldn't make my dinneh on a crus' nohow. Dar's one ting I'se jes' got to 'sist on in de pahnaship.
"Should t'ink yer did," said the colored woman, gazing at her in admiring wonder. "I don't 'llow dar's ennybody come inter dis yer house in one while, dat yer didn't know all 'bout 'em widout settin' eyes on 'em. I wouldn't be at all s'prised, dat I wouldn't," said she to the young lady, "ter find dat she knows whose h'yer now, an' whose been h'yer ebbery day sence Marse Hesden's been so busy.
"Dar's yar Presidio!" said the negro coachman a few moments later, pointing with his whip, "and dar's yar Wash'woman's Bay!" Uncle Billy stared.
"Well I never!" "Nor I either." "As a city broken down and without walls, so is he that hath no rule over his own spirit." "My soul! Master Jesus, my soul! My soul! Dar's a little thing lays in my heart, An' de more I dig him de better he spring: My soul! Dar's a little thing lays in my heart An' he sets my soul on fire: My soul! Master Jesus, my soul! my soul!"
"Now, look-a-heah, Brudder 'Bijah," said he, "wot's I gwine to do 'bout dis bizness? I done promised ter pay dis money on de fus' day ob de comin' month, an' dar's six dollars ob it dat I ain't got yit." "An' aint dar any way ter git it?" asked 'Bijah. "Yaas, dar's one way," said Grandison, "I's been turnin' dis matter ober an' ober in my min', an' dar's only one way. I mought sell apples.
He gives a big party, Aunt Braner tole me. A judge is dar from Prencess Anne, an' liquor a-plenty. See me! see me!" "The white people absolutely gone from Cowgill House?" "See me! It's nigh half a mile outen de town. Dar's forty tousand dollars, if dar's a cent, at dat festibal: gals more'n half white, men dat can read an' preach: de cream of Kent County. See me! see me!"
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