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Here have we been coming along for more'n a week, and it's been nothing but water, water, water." "And we could go on for months, Tom, sailing, sailing away into the distant ocean, and still it would be nothing but water, water, water." "Well, but what's the good of it all, Mas'r Harry?
"And I don't want to make no more bugbears now," continued Tom; "but I'm sure as if some one told me, or as if I saw it all myself, that your uncle has been dropped on, and they've got him and the gold too this time, Mas'r Harry." "Absurd, Tom! Why, he had not half-a-dozen yards to go." "Then they was half-a-dozen yards too many," said Tom sullenly. "We didn't ought to have left him, Mas'r Harry."
"O, ye poor crittur!" said Tom, "han't nobody never telled ye how the Lord Jesus loved ye, and died for ye? Han't they telled ye that he'll help ye, and ye can go to heaven, and have rest, at last?" "I looks like gwine to heaven," said the woman; "an't thar where white folks is gwine? S'pose they'd have me thar? I'd rather go to torment, and get away from Mas'r and Missis.
"If you won't believe it, look here!" said the man, drawing out a paper; "this yer's the bill of sale, and there's your master's name to it; and I paid down good solid cash for it, too, I can tell you, so, now!" "I don't believe Mas'r would cheat me so; it can't be true!" said the woman, with increasing agitation. "You can ask any of these men here, that can read writing.
When 'd Mas'r ever get his dinner, if I vas to spend all my time a washin' and a puttin' up dishes? Miss Marie never telled me so, nohow." "Well, here are these onions." "Laws, yes!" said Dinah; "thar is whar I put 'em, now. I couldn't 'member. Them 's particular onions I was a savin' for dis yer very stew. I'd forgot they was in dat ar old flannel."
But five minutes after the passage widened and the draught was not so fierce, while bright veins running through the rock at my side whispered of some rich metal or other for him who would venture thus far in its search. "We're a-coming to it now, Mas'r Harry," said Tom shouting, for the noise was deafening.
Curtseying very low, the child replied: "I dunno, missus; I 'spec's I done lost 'em, 'case heap of a while ago, 'fore you're born, I reckon, they call me Leshie, but Mas'r Hugh done nickname me Muggins, and every folks do that now. You know Mas'r Hugh?
"What time would you like your shaving-water, Mas'r Harry?" said Tom, whose teeth chattered as he spoke. "This is no time for laughing, Tom," I said gloomily. "I don't see as it's any time for crying, Mas'r Harry," he replied, "for I'm quite wet enough without that." Then he was silent, and we lay in that awful darkness, which in, spite of my efforts, I kept peopling with multitudinous horrors.
"Mas'r quite right, quite; it was ugly on me, there's no disputin' that ar; and of course Mas'r and Missis wouldn't encourage no such works. I'm sensible of dat ar; but a poor nigger like me 's 'mazin' tempted to act ugly sometimes, when fellers will cut up such shines as dat ar Mas'r Haley; he an't no gen'l'man no way; anybody's been raised as I've been can't help a seein' dat ar."
"Yes, if you mean Uncle Richard's brother," said Noll, still very sad-hearted; "and wasn't he looking for me at all?" "Bress ye, honey!" said Hagar, recovering her senses, "he didn't say one single word to me 'bout ye! Dun forgot it, I 'spose. But don't ye stan' on dem yer steps another minnit; come right in, honey. I'll see Mas'r Dick dis instant."
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