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Updated: June 2, 2025
Don't less us run so fur from home dis lonesome, wicked, onlawful hour o' de night!" whimpered the distressed little darkey, fearing that her mistress was certainly crazed. "Now, then, what are you afraid of?" asked Capitola, seeing her hold back. "Lors, miss, you knows eberybody knows Brack Dunnel!"
"Dear me, Butter, I didn't think he had made such a deep impression on you." "'S not on'y on me he's made a 'mpress'n," returned the maid, carelessly. "He makes de same 'mpress'n on eberybody." "How d'you know?" asked Mary. "'Cause I see," answered the maid. She turned her eyes on her mistress as she spoke, and immediately a transformation scene was presented.
"We must be werry careful," he said. "Burnwos kill eberybody wot da find around here if not dare people." "Evidently they want to keep the whole mountain of gold to themselves," observed Dick. "All right, Cujo, do as you think best I know we can rely upon you." After this they proceeded with more care than ever-along a rocky edge covered with loose stones.
"Massa Easy, you get eberybody out of scrape; you get me out of scrape." "I do not recollect how, Mesty." "You get me out from boil kettle for young gentlemen dat devil of a scrape." "And I'm sure I've got you out of a scrape, Mr Oxbelly." "How so. Mr Easy?" "How so! have I not prevented your quarrelling with your wife every night?" "Certainly, sir, you have been the means.
"Farewell, Uncle Toney," said the gentleman, shaking hands with the old negro. Alice had walked on. "O! you needn't say farewell so sorry, you'll come back. I sees him. You'll come back. Eberybody who comes to dis country if he does go way he's sure to come back, ticlar when he once find putty gall like Miss Alice, ya! ya!" laughed the old man. "You'll come back. I knows it."
Well, you'd nebber b'lieve he'd a done wuss dan say, 'How d'ye' to a 'Federate ef yer'd seen how he 'volved roun' Missy Grace. He wouldn't let de sun shine on her, nor de win' blow near her, and eberybody had ter git right up an' git ef she eben wanted ter sneeze. On de ship he had eberybody, from de cap'n to de cabin-boys, a waitin' on her.
Now, says I, 'Cato, de ole Doctor's gwine to be married, an' dis yer's his quiltin'-cake, an' Miss Mary, she's gwine to be married, an' dis yer's her quiltin'-cake. An' dar'll be eberybody to dat ar quiltin'; an' ef de cake a'n't right, why, 'twould be puttin' a candle under a bushel.
"Eberybody knows me so well das one reason," answered the negro, with a grin of self-satisfaction. "I's quite a public krakter in dis yar city, you mus' know. Den, anoder t'ing is, dat our massa am a man ob power. He not got no partikler office in de state, 'cause he not require it, for he's a rich man, but he's got great power wid de Dey we's bof got dat!" "Indeed; how so?"
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