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W'at time does yo'all wan' breakfas' in de mornin'? An' wen Massa Miles wen' no'th to mak' his fo'tune, he told Bob, 'Bob, I'se leavin' dis heah hous' in youah keer. An', Miss 'Chanda, we done look aftah Pirate's Haven evah since, mah gran'pappy, mah pappy, Sam an' me." Ricky held out her hand. "I'm sorry, Lucy. You see, we don't understand very well, we've been away so long."
Mah gran' pappy Bob was own man to Massa Miles Ralestone. He fit in de wah longside o' Massa Miles. An' wen de wah was done finish'd, dem two com' home to-gethah. Den Massa Miles, he call mah gran'pappy in an' say, 'Bob, yo'all is free an' I'se a ruinated man.
Suddenly a bright thought came to his relief. The Sleepy-heads were now all standing in a ring around him. He began to tell a story at the top of his voice: "My gran'pappy, he fit weth a red Injun. An' the Injun he chopped my gran'pappy's finger off weth his tomahawk, and "
Just as he emerged, the people began to wake up and to lay hold of his feet, but Bobby screamed out: "And my gran'pappy, he up weth his hatchet and he split the nasty ole red Injun's head open " They were all fast asleep again. Bobby now ran off toward the door, not caring to go any further underground at present, though he knew there were other wonders beyond.
"I recollec' a tale ray mammy tol' me 'bout my gran'pa. When he took up wid my gran'mammy de white man what owned her say, 'If you want to stay wid her I'll give you a home if you'll work for me lak de Niggers do. He 'greed, 'cause he thought a heap o' his Black Woman. He say he gwine a-beat him. My gran'pappy went home dat night an' barred de door.
The Colonel having lately suggested that Mr. Hart, Jr., or Bip, for short being now six years of age, was too big for her to manage, had called forth an eloquent outburst, which concluded with the terse observation: "If I could handle his Pappy an' Mammy, an' his Gran'pappy an' Gran'mammy befoh him, an' all de Mays an' Harts borned dese las' hund'ed yeahs, how-cum I ain' able to handle him?"
'Course," Jeems looked at them apologetically, "it soun's sorta silly, but when Gran'pappy tol' yo' things yo' kinda believed 'em. So aftah he died Ah usta come huntin' heah too. An' then when Ah opened the chest and foun' these " From his breast pocket he drew a wash-leather bag and opened it. He held out to Val a chain of gold mesh ending in a carnelian carved into a seal.
He himself had no belief in his client's story and merely bled him for small sums each month without ever really looking into the matter." "Gran'pappy said he was tryin' to git his rights," broke in Jeems. "He nevah tol' mah pappy what he knowed. An' he wouldn't let anyone see into that chest he kep' it undah his bed.
Then aftah Pappy died of the fever 'long with mah mothah Gran'pappy cotched it too. An' the doctah said that was what made him so fo'getful aftahwards. He stopped goin' in town; but he came heah 'huntin' his rights, he said. An' he tol' me that our fortune was hidden heah.
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