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One morning Freddie and Flossie went out in the kitchen where Dinah and Martha were busy making sandwiches and wrapping cakes in waxed paper. "Are we going to have company?" asked Flossie. "We's gwine t' hab annuder picnic!" exclaimed Dinah. "A big one!" "Oh, goodie!" cried Freddie. "And I'm going to take my fire engine to the woods and squirt water on snakes."
The guns which had been fired from her had undoubtedly inspired them with a proper respect for those on board of her. The Isabel lay with her sails hanging loosely from the gaffs for half an hour, and still the enemy did not come up to her. "We's gwine to hab a shower," said Quin.
I'll work my arms off ter de elbows, en den I'll work wid de stumps. Des try me, Mars. George!" "I expect you would be a right good hand if you hadn't been free so long. Go home and let me see how you can work for your master, and then maybe I'll think about buying you." "Eh-eh, Mars. George! I better go jump in a burnin' bresh-pile. Ain't you gwine ter tu'n back, Mars. George?" "Not to-night.
"An' is we gwine to somewher's or somewher's else?" demanded black Joe, with a grin. "One question at a time," said Sam, "and they will go a good deal farther." "Well, begin with Sid's question, then?" said Tommy. "His is the most sensible; where are we?" "We're on an island," returned Sam, "and the island is somewhere here in the upper part of Escambia bay. You see how it lies on our map.
An ef'n it was a Yank come 'long, he say too, 'What you prayin' 'bout? You gives de same 'sponse. An he say, 'We'se gwine save you. We goin' to set you free. You wants to be free, dont you? 'Yessir, Boss! 'Well den, Yank say, come go 'long wid me. Ain no use keep sayin' 'Please sir Boss, I'll have to arsk my Master. Yank say, 'what you mean, Marster? You aint got no Marster.
Reckon yo' is gwine to be a fireman when yo' is a man, hey?" "Yes, I'm going to be a real fireman," was the ready answer. "An' what am yo' gwine to be, Master Bert?" "Oh, I'm going to be a soldier," said Bert. "I want to be a soldier, too," put in Freddie. "A soldier and a fireman." "Oh, dear, I shouldn't want to be a soldier and kill folks," said Nan. "Girls can't be soldiers," answered Freddie.
He quivered slightly but stood the test and a lump of sugar was held beneath his eager nostrils, If THAT followed it was worth while standing to have that ugly, stiff thing adjusted. "Now the headstall, Bud. Did you coat the bit with the melted sugar as I told you?" "Yes'm, missie. It's fair cracklin' wid sugar, an' onct he gits a lick ob dat bit he ain' never gwine let go, yo' hyar me."
"Dey ain't none!" cried Aunt Melvy, aghast, as she saw the few broken leaves in the bottom of the cup. "You done drinked up yer fortune. Dat's de sign ob early death. I gwine fix you a good-luck bag; dey say ef you carry it all de time, hit's a cross-sign ag'in' death." "But can't you tell me anything?" persisted Martha.
He libbed up dar on the hill in dat white house dat yo' see up dar, dat am locked up an' no one is in it. Dey got lot ob t'ings in dar. When de Union whip de Sesh at Dolins-burg, and de Sesh come dis way, gwine home or some-whar, den Massa Gawge an' all de famly dey go, too, an' take all de niggers 'cepin' me an' Ham.
"Fo' Gawd, Mass' William, less jess stop right yer! I 'clare, I'se jess wore to a plum frazzle, a-travelin' an' a-travelin'! Ef we gwine settle, why, less settle, thass all I say!" The driver of the wagon sat silent for a moment, his leg still hanging over the end of the seat, his chin in the hand of the arm which rested upon his other leg, propped up on the dashboard of the wagon.
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