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Updated: May 12, 2025
"Gossifus! Dis chile like to know what you gwine to do widout Cyd." "I shall do very well without him. Shall I put you on shore, or not?" "Possifus! No, Dandy; I'se gwine wid you, any how." "Then you must mind me!" added the skipper, earnestly. "I done do dat." "Haul the Edith alongside, then." "Sartin, Dandy. I'se gwine to haul de Edif alongside, but dis chile like to know what for?"
Preston of course the reader will at once understand that this was the Lily of our story was as happy as liberty and prosperity could make her. Cyd who has improved upon his former cognomen, and now calls himself Sidney Davidson lives on board the Lily, a contented, happy man. He almost worships Dan and his wife, at whose house he is an occasional visitor.
"He lives down this way somewhere I don't exactly know where. The Isabel, I think, came down here one year; if so, I am afraid they will know the boat." "Possifus!" exclaimed Cyd, who had been silently listening to this conversation. "Dey'll ketch us, for shore." "I'm not afraid of being caught; but Colonel Raybone almost always visits Mr. Lascelles in the month of May.
"Cyd!" exclaimed he, seizing the faithless sentinel by the collar. "Is this the way you keep watch?" "Possifus!" ejaculated Cyd, as he sprang to his feet. "I done been asleep." "Been asleep! I should think you had! Have you been snoring there all the afternoon?" "No, sar! Dis chile hain't been asleep more'n two minutes no, sar, nor more'n a minute and a half."
"Hossifus!" exclaimed Cyd, aghast at the thought. "Wha wha wha " "Take the helm!" repeated the resolute skipper, with a decision which left no alternative for the boy. "Possifus! Dis chile don't want to set dar, and be shooted." "There is no more danger there than there is any where else. Take your place, and don't be a coward. If you want to be free, you must fight for it now." "Golly!
"I am willing to tell you what I did these things for, now that I have time to do so. But, Cyd, I will change places with you." "Possifus! What fur?" "You shall command the boat, and I will obey all your orders without asking a single question." "What, Cyd?" "Yes, Cyd," replied Dandy, earnestly. "Here, take the helm!" "Gossifus! I dunno whar you're gwine."
"I will take the first watch to-night, till one o'clock, and Cyd the second, till five in the morning." "But whar's my watch?" demanded Quin. "At five o'clock you shall turn out and get breakfast. To-morrow night it shall be your first watch, and my second, and Cyd shall get breakfast the next morning.
"I saw that fish-skin in the locker, and I couldn't think what it was for?" laughed Dan. But the breakfast was finished, and, in spite of the drawback of poor coffee, it was pronounced satisfactory, especially by Cyd, whose plantation rations had not included coffee, butter, white bread, and other articles which graced the table of the Isabel.
Poor Lily was obliged to remain in the cabin, and she was very much alarmed at the roaring of the waves and the terrible pitching of the schooner; but Dan often assured her that there was no danger; that the Isabel was behaving splendidly. During that long, tempestuous night, there was no sleep for the fugitives. Dan did not leave the helm, and Cyd stood by to obey the orders of the skipper.
The course for the next five miles was up the large bayou, of which the Crosscut was a tributary. It was lined on both sides with large trees, which sheltered the water, to some extent, from the force of the wind, and her progress was less rapid than before. The navigation was less obstructed, and Cyd was called aft to enjoy the luxury of the cushioned seats.
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