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As Percy half rose to his feet, he saw that a negro had grasped Adelaide in an effort to drag her from the carriage. A blow from Percy staggered the brute and he released his hold of Adelaide, but, as he saw Percy jump from the carriage on the opposite side, he paused. "De's a man heah. Knock him, Geo'ge," he yelled, as he turned to again grapple with Adelaide
"Oh! he asked him his name, and Tom, whose head Mrs. 'De Warens! cried Sir John, amazed, 'we'll have no De's here: take him to Bridewell! and so, Mrs. Copperas, being without a foot-boy, sent for me, and I supplied her with Bob!" "Out of the late Lady Waddilove's wardrobe too?" said Clarence. "Ha, ha! that's well, very well, sir. No, not exactly; but he was a son of her late ladyship's coachman.
"Oh! he asked him his name, and Tom, whose head Mrs. 'De Warens! cried Sir John, amazed, 'we'll have no De's here: take him to Bridewell! and so, Mrs. Copperas, being without a foot-boy, sent for me, and I supplied her with Bob!" "Out of the late Lady Waddilove's wardrobe too?" said Clarence. "Ha, ha! that's well, very well, sir. No, not exactly; but he was a son of her late ladyship's coachman.
Instead he clucked to the horses, and not another word could Hortense get from him for a long time. They drove through the little town and out into the country toward the mountains. "Is the house right among the mountains?" Hortense asked at last. "It sho' is," said Uncle Jonah, "De's a mount'in slap in de back yard." "Goody," said Hortense. "I like mountains."
Hortense doted on ginger cookies. "De's de jar," said Aunt Esmerelda, pointing to a big crock on the pantry shelf. "Whenevah yo's hongry, jes' yo' he'p yo'se'f." Hortense sat on a chair in the corner, out of the way, and watched Aunt Esmerelda cook. "What was the thing you and Uncle Jonah heard?" she asked at last abruptly. "Wha's dat?" Aunt Esmerelda said, dropping a saucepan with a clatter.
'Would you have cared for a transfer? said Bullows keenly. Then, laying his hand on Tallantire's shoulder: 'We're all in the same boat; don't desert us. And yet, why the devil should you stay, if you can get another charge? 'It was Orde's, said Tallantire simply. 'Well, it's De's now.
"Am dis yar de horspital fer de small-pox diseases? Dey dun tol' me ter foller de road; but fo' Gawd, all de's yar roads look erlike ter me in dis yer place. Nevah seed sich er lonsom ol' hole in all ma' bo'n days. Reckon dars any hants in dat air ol' shack?" "No, this cabin is all right," shouted one of the men; "but you stay where you are till we get away."
"Dey's powahful oncomfo'table," grumbled Uncle Jonah. He stopped the horses on the top of a little hill and pointed with his whip. "De's de house," he said, "dat big one wid de cupalo." Hortense looked as directed. Below them, at the foot of a steep mountain, was a tall house with a cupola. It was three stories high, old-fashioned, and had high shuttered windows.
Mah ol' haid aches when Ah thinks ob de noise De's boun' to be wid dem gals an' boys, But Ah doan care if it busts in two If de good Lord brings dem chillun troo Come along! Come along!" Every little while Unc' Billy Possum would sit down to rest, for he wasn't used to so much real work.
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