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Updated: May 23, 2025
Do jus' as you please. When I looked at my marster an' knowed he needed me, I pleased to stay. My marster never forced me to do nary thing' bout it. Didn' nobody make me work after de war, but dem Yankees sho' made my daddy work. Dey made' im dig a big ditch in front o' Vicksburg. He worked a heap harder for his Uncle Sam dan he'd ever done for de marster.
Den Cun'l Chahmb'lin he sort o' got in debt, an' sell some o' he niggers, an' dat's de way de fuss begun. Dat's whar de lawsuit cum from. Ole marster he didn' like nobody to sell niggers, an' knowin' dat Cun'l Chahmb'lin wuz sellin' o' his, he writ an' offered to buy his M'ria an' all her chil'en, 'cause she hed married our Zeek'yel.
Yo' see, her ma wuz dead, an' old Miss Lucy Chahmb'lin, she lived wid her brurr an' kep' house for 'im; an' he wuz so busy wid politics, he didn' have much time to spyar, so he sont Miss Anne to Mr. Hall's by a 'ooman wid a note.
I wuz sent aout to hunt fer you. I gotta letter fer you, f'm f'm Miss Madeira." Steering opened his drowsy eyes and regarded Piney. "Yes, I have. I gotta letter fer you. Y'see, Miss Sally, she's found aout sumpin sumpin that you didn' want her to find aout." The fire leaped and crackled; Bruce leaned away from its scorch, nearer to Piney.
"Why did you stop, Julius?" I asked. "I didn', suh," he replied. "'T wuz de mare stop'. G' 'long dere, Lucy! W'at you mean by dis foolis'ness?" Julius jerked the reins and applied the whip lightly, but the mare did not stir. "Perhaps you had better get down and lead her," I suggested. "If you get her started, you can cross on the log and keep your feet dry."
The footsteps drew nearer, paused, and after a moment were audible again in the yard below. "Good Lord it's Gavel!" "Eh?" The boy drew closer to her shoulder. "It's Gavel, come in a sweat for 'is 'orses. I didn' reckernise 'im for the moment dressed out in a fur coat an' Trilby 'at. But it's Gavel, an' 'e's walkin' straight into Glasson's arms. Stand by to do a bolt soon as 'e turns the corner."
We got it just the same and didn 't know any better. "We stayed on after de 'mancipation an' ah wants t' tell y' ah worked hard in dose days. Of course, ah worked hardest after Peace wuz declared. "I wuz on dat plantation when there wuz no matches.
Fifteen tons best Newcastle at eighteen shillin' makes thirteen ten, and six pounds owin' on the last account total nineteen ten. Shall I make out the receipt?" "You don't seriously expect me, Mr. Hucks, to pay for your coals on the same day you deliver them " "No," Mr. Hucks agreed, "I didn' expect it; but I looked for ye to pay up the last account before I sent any more on credit.
'Why, bress mah soul, he say, 'some of dem come down yisterday wid anurr order, he say. 'Dey's marked Roman candles, he say, 'an' de bill says foh colors, he say. But, 'course, dat don' mean nuthin' to him or Zack. "Den de weddin' night come on. Zack wuz so stuck on hisse'f wid a swaller-tail coat what didn' fit, an' Bible what he couldn' read, dar warn't no gittin' nigh 'im.
Dat night, all de sho' 'nough white men came a-marchin' out Seventh Street on dey way to de quarters. "I had did up Miss Lizzie's parlor curtains dat very day an' de boy was puttin' up de mouldin' frame 'roun' 'em when us hear dat trompin' soun'. It didn' soun' lak no ever'day marchin'. It soun' lak Judgement Day. De boy fell off de ladder an' run an' hid b'hind de flour barrel in de pantry.
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