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Updated: June 17, 2025
My attendant does not seem very favourably impressed with the new comer, whom he represents as a "poor white man from de norf, an a Yankee at daat." Among the blacks I find existing an antipathy towards what they are pleased to call "poor white men" individuals who do not possess slave or landed property.
His bat-like ears had infused nothing of the vampire into his character. No the very type of jollity and fun was the broad black face of "Scipio Besancon," for such was the cognomen of my visitor. Scipio opened the dialogue: "Gollies, young mass'r! Ole Zip 'joiced to see um well 'gain daat he be." "Scipio is it?" "Ye', mass'r daat same ole nigger. Doctor told um to nuss de white genl'um.
Yes, all so Scipio said; all but Aurore. "And Aurore?" I asked; "have you heard any more of her?" "No, mass'; 'blieve 'Rore gone to de city. She go by de road in a carriage not by de boat, some ob de folks say daat, I b'lieve." This was strange enough. Taking the black aside "Tell me, Scipio," I asked, "has Aurore any relative among you? any brother, or sister, or cousin?"
Who was he?" "De coachman, mass'r, he war." "Oh! I remember. You think he is drowned, also?" "I'se afeerd so, mass'r. Ole Zip sorry, too, for Pierre. A good nigger war daat Pierre. But, Mass'r Toney, Mass'r Toney, ebberybody sorry for Mass'r Toney." "He was a favourite among you?" "Ebberybody like 'im black folks, white folks, all lub 'im. Missa 'Genie lub 'im.
Ole Mass'r 'Sancon berry good to de coloured people teach many ob um read de books 'specially 'Rore. 'Rore he 'struckt read, write, many, many tings, and young Missa 'Genie she teach her de music. 'Rore she 'complish gal berry 'complish gal. Know many ting; jes like de white folks. Plays on de peany plays on de guitar guitar jes like banjo, an Ole Zip play on daat heamseff he do. Wugh!"
"Scipio wanted, mass'r daat him bell be back, 'gain in a minute, mass'r." So saying, the negro left me, and ran towards the house. I lay reflecting on the singular somewhat romantic situation in which circumstances had suddenly placed me.
He was just closing it after the carriage. "Oh!" thought I, "I may as well be sure as to whom I am galloping after." With this idea I inclined my horse's head a little, and drew up in front of Scipio. "Gollies! how young mass'r ride! Ef he don't do daat business jes up to de hub! Daat 'im do. Wugh!" Without taking notice of his complimentary speech, I inquired hastily if Mademoiselle was at home.
"A slave!" repeated I, involuntarily, and in a tone of disappointment. "She Missa 'Genie's maid," continued Scipio; "dress missa's hair wait on her sit wi' her read to her do ebbery ting " "Read to her! what! a slave?" My interest in Aurore began to return. "Ye, mass'r daat do 'Rore. But I 'splain to you.
Delicately as it was conveyed, I understood the insinuation. "Ho! Aurore must be beautiful, then? Is it so, friend Scipio?" "Mass'r, 'taint for dis ole nigger to judge 'bout daat; but folks dey say bof white folks an black folks daat she am de best-lookin' an hansomest quaderoom in all Loozyanna." "Ha! a quadroon?"
He live wi' ole Mass'r Sancon all him life. I believe war one ob Missy 'Genie gardiums, or whatever you call 'em. Gorramighty! what will young Missa do now? She hab no friends leff; and daat ole fox Gayarre he no good " Here the speaker suddenly interrupted himself, as if he feared that his tongue was going too freely.
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