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En de nex' mawnin', ez some er de fiel' han's wuz gwine long dere, dey seed a tree w'at dey did n' 'member er habbin' seed befo'; it wuz monst'us quare, en dey wuz bleedst ter 'low dat dey had n' 'membered right, er e'se one er de saplin's had be'n growin' monst'us fas'. "W'en Mars Marrabo 'skiver' dat Sandy wuz gone, he 'lowed Sandy had runned away.
"Lor', yes, miss, a heap on 'em! Ole Mis' put 'em away in her cubberd." "Was there any baked custard left?" "Lor', yes Miss Caterpillar; dere was nobody but we-dens three, and think I could eat up all as was left?" "I don't know but you might! Well, is there any pear sauce?" "Yes, miss, a big bowl full."
Miss Philly, you got a smooch on dat waist, and your skirt is hiked up behind. I declar' I believe you've lost a button." "Why, so I have, Mammy June," answered Phillis. "And more than one. Nobody has time to keep buttons sewed on up at the house, now that you're not there." "Shiftless, no-count critters, dem gals up dere. Sho, honey! who is all dese lil' white children?"
"Dat 'u'd suit you," chuckled aunt Milly, "an' you 'd stay dere fer de secon' table, too. How dis man know 'bout all dis yer foolis'ness?" she asked incredulously. "He come f'm de Norf," said uncle Wellington, "an' he 'speunced it all hisse'f." "Well, he can't make me b'lieve it," she rejoined, with a shake of her head.
"He went up de lake shore," replied the colored man. "He asked me if I knowed ob an ole big house up dere, what nobody libed in, an' I said I did. Den he left, an' I were glad ob it." "Which house did you mean, Rad?" "Why, dat ole mansion what General Harkness used t' lib in befo' de wah. Dere ain't nobody libed in it fo' some years now, an' it's deserted.
Tye he harbor culled folks dat cum ask fo sumpin to eat in winter n' he get 'em to stay awhile and do a little wuk fo him. Now, he did always have one or two 'roun dere dat way, dat ah recollects dat he didn't own. Maybe dey was runaway, maybe dey wuz just tramps an didn't belong to noboddy. Nevah hear o' anybody claimin' dem dey stay awhile an wuk, den move on den mo' cum, wuk while then move on.
Each had the startling impression that a great human-dotted mountain was falling over upon his head; it was impossible to subdue the sensation of dizziness that the toppling town inspired. "I know how you feel," observed Sitzky, laughing. "I was just d' same at first. Tomorrow you walk a little ways up d' side of d' mountain an' you'll see how much of d' city dere is on level ground down here.
Off packs and saddles," cried Joe Blunt, jumping from his horse. "I'll make a hut for ye, right off." "A hut, Joe! what sort o' hut can ye make here?" inquired Dick. "Ye'll see, boy, in a minute." "Ach! lend me hand here, Dick; de bockle am tight as de hosse's own skin. Ah! dere all right." "Hallo! what's this?" exclaimed Dick, as Crusoe advanced with something in his mouth.
Missus said to me: "'Sorrow, sais she, 'I shall starve here; dem military men know nuffin' but bout hosses, dogs, and wine; but dey ain't delicate no way in dere tastes, and yet to hear 'em talk you'd be most afeered to offer 'em anyting, you'd tink dey was de debbel and all." "Did she use those words, Sorrow?"
"Vy not stays till mornings?" "It might do; but I'm a little too nervous to sleep, for there can be no certainty about them. I hunted around for other lodges, but found none, and yet there may be plenty not far off. He may have visitors, and, if they find us here, there's no telling what they will do." "What for you leave your gun ober dere just as I does mit mine?"
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