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The objections I has to d' Mefodis' is them 'sperience meetin's they holds. They 'spects you to stan' up an' tell 'em about all yo' sins, an 'fess all you've been guilty of endoorin' yo' life! Now, sech doin's tu'ns out mighty embarrassin' for a boy like Tom, who's been a-livin' sort o' loose an' lively for a likely numbah of years, sah, an' I couldn't stan' it, sah!
The negro gave the desired information, adding: "He ain't hyar though, but missus will be home dis arternoon." "Where's your master?" "Oh, he done gone off somewhar. I 'spects he don't like for to see you Yankee sogers hyar."
There was not the least servility in Jake's manner, although it was respectful, as he said, "How d'ye, Mas'r Crompton. I'm shoo it's you, an' I'se right glad to see you, though I 'spects you done come for the lill chile, an' I feel fit to bust when I think of partin' wid her. Walk in, walk in; take a cheer, an' I'll sen' Mandy Ann for de lill chile.
I sat upon the fence with my blue overcoat on, and the following dialogue took place: "Hello uncle!" "Howde massa?" "Uncle, did you ever see a Yankee?" "No sah, I spects I never did." "Well, now, take a good look at me and you'll see one." "Is you a Yankee, massa?" "Yes, I am a Yankee, and I want you to help me. You know we are going to make the darkies all free. We are your friends.
Bimeby de people I libed wid got hard up fer money, an' dey sole me one way an' my pore little gal de oder; an' I neber laid my eyes on my pore chillen sence den. But, honeys, let de wind blow high or low, I 'spects to outwedder de storm an' anchor by'm bye in bright glory. But I'se bin a prayin' fer one thing, an' I beliebs I'll git it; an' dat is dat I may see my chillen 'fore I die.
The man bowed profoundly before Patsy and then informed me: "Please, Massa Morris, de c'unel 'mires fo' to see yo' at de house right erway. I 'spects it's business fo' de gun'ner. De c'unel mos' 'tic'lar dat say he wants to see yo' to once. Yas, sah. Please, sah." I dismissed him with a word of my immediate attendance on the colonel. Then I gave my hand to Patsy and said: "This ends it then.
"Then what, Harriet?" "Mass'r Richard tear roun' to de stables, and he tole Moke to saddle up Prince, and whilst de poor boy doin' his best, he storm roun' at dis thing and dat thing, till Prince work himself up in a fury, too, and I 'spects dey's both tired out by dis time.
Sometimes I do squeeze out a tiny tear, but I'm so incited I can't always manage it, although I'm sure I'll cry when Rub-a-Dub is put into the ground. Then afterwards there is a tombstone, and Iris thinks of the insipcron. I spects we'll have a beautiful insipcron for poor Rub-a-Dub, 'cos we all loved him so much." "Well, all this is very interesting, of course," said Mr. Delaney.
"That is what I am afraid of." "Didn't see nuffin ob 'em nowhere?" "No. I was hit by a lighter and knocked senseless." "Whar's dat dar Peacock?" "Gone, too." "Wot you spects to do?" "I was going to inform the authorities. We must find Tom and Sam." "Dat's right, sah." "Where is the Swallow?" "Tied up jest below heah, sah. Dat dar Luke Peterson is a-sailin' ob her wid me." "Good.
Don't do it now; scowl on his face de minit he cum near me, and look so like a tunder cloud, I 'spects to be struck wid lightnin' ebery minit. If he'd tie me up, and whip me, and den be hisself agin, I wouldn't care; but de Lord knows I lub my Massa dearly, and can't bar' to hab him turn de cold shoulder to me, and show he hab no more confidence in his nigger, 'tall."
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