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"Can you tell me, my friend," he said at last, addressing a slave-woman who was passing by with a great bundle on her head, "Can you tell me where to find Doctor Killmany, who lives somewhere here?" The woman put her bundle on the ground, and, resting her hands on her hips, looked pitifully upon the stranger. "No, masser, cante say, not for sure," she answered.
It's very queer, but Sam believe it, and then she sing, 'Come unto me. You ever hear it?" Adah nodded, and Sam went on. "But you never hear Miss Ellis sing it. Oh, so fine, the very rafters hold their breff, and Sam find the way at last." "Where is Miss Ellis now?" Adah asked, and Sam replied: "Gone to Masser what you say once. She gived me five dollars and then ask what else.
"What do you mean by that uproar, on the mizen-royal yard," I called out angrily for the style of my ship had now become an object of concern with me. "Keep silence, sir, or I'll find a way to instruct you in the art." "Lord! masser Mile " cried the negro, pointing eagerly towards the schooner "there go Pretty Poll." It was our old craft sure enough, and I hailed her, incontinently.
S'pose you t'ink Masser made of plate, dat you break 'em up so! Dat what ole Plin say de nigger! He say all men made of clay, and plate made of clay, too well, bot' clay, and bot' break. All on us wessels, and all on us break to pieces some day, and den dey'll t'row us away, too."
"I am afraid I understand you, Neb," was my reply, after a meaning pause. "It is a relief to me to find that my people retain all their affections for the children of their old master and mistress." "We hard-hearted indeed, sir, if we don't. Ah! Masser Mile, you and I see many dreadful t'ing togeder, but we nebber see any t'ing like dis!"
"Yes, sah he say he name be Muss" probably Jaap's defective manner of repeating some Indian sound; "and a proper muss he get in, Masser Corny, when he try to cotch Jaap by he wool!"
We, that is Lucy and I, remained abroad several years, returning home in the Smudge, on the last voyage she ever made as belonging to me. Neb had often been out in the ship, just to vary the scene; and he came to Havre in her, as a matter of course, when 'Masser Mile, 'Miss Lucy, and their two 'young Massers, and two 'young Missuses, were ready to come home.
"If Chloe is my sister's favourite servant, Dido," I remarked, "you are to remember that Neb is mine." "Dat true, sah, and so Chloe say; but dere great difference, Masser Mile, atween Clawbonny and a ship. Neb own, himself, young Masser, he doesn't even lib in cabin, where you lib, sah." "All that is true, Dido; but there is a difference of another sort between a ship and a house.
Whenever Waller appeared, they shouted after him "How do, Masser Waller? Bless 'um, Masser Waller!" And some would come and kneel down, and put his hand on their heads, with a look of affection which was unmistakeable. "I believe, sir, it's all very right with these poor fellows, and there's no harm in them," said Jack Stretcher to me one day.
If it can be of any advantage to him in your favour to know the truth, I will just say a more useful seaman does not sail the ocean than Neb, and that I consider him as of much importance as the main-mast?" "What be dat, Masser Mile?" "I see nothing, Chloe there are no spooks at Clawbonny, you know." "No, sah! What b'e t'ing Neb like, fel-ler?" "Oh! I ask your pardon the main-mast, you mean.
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