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The rest of the judges turn 'round 'n' look at somethin' over across the center-field. "I tells Elsy his hoss is all to the merry, but we don't want him to win till the odds get right. He's standin' beside me at the race, 'n' Alcyfras runs next to last.
Humphries cried out, having made up his mind to purchase her. In a few minutes the slave was "knocked down" to the doctor for eleven hundred dollars, and after the proper form was gone through and the money paid, he ordered her to follow him, and retraced his steps homeward. As our readers must have recognized already, Elsy was no other than the slave who was left at New Orleans by Mrs.
"What bring you to Jackson?" continued the old woman. Elsy repeated the tale she had told Dr. Humphries and Alfred, and after she had concluded, the old woman clasped her hands as she exclaimed, "Sake alibe! what become ob your mistis and de childen?" "I don't know, Auntie, but my New Orleans mass'r is here now, and I's been looking for dem."
Harry commenced. "I used to belong to him," replied Elsy. "What made Mrs. Wentworth leave New Orleans?" he asked, continuing his questions. Elsy gave a long account of the villainy of Awtry, in the usual style adopted by negroes, but sufficiently intelligible for Harry to understand the cause of Mrs. Wentworth being compelled to abandon her home, and take refuge in the Confederate lines.
He kin fall down 'n' roll home faster than them kind of hosses. "But Harms won't take a chance, so I goes back to the track 'n' I was sore. "'That guy's a hot sport, not! I thinks. "I hates to tell Elsy the hoss he thinks is his won't win he'd set his little heart on it so. I don't tell him till the day before the race, 'n' he gets right sassy about it. I never see him so spunky.
"Well, you see, sir, I was coming into the home station to see if the Major could spare me for a few days." "What, going a courting, eh? Well, I'll make that all right for you. Who is the lady, eh?" "Why, its Elsy Macdonald, I believe." "Elsy Macdonald!" said Sam. "Ay, yes, sir. I know what you mean, but she ain't like her sister; and that was more Mr. Charles Hawker's fault than her own.
"But they will not let you go with me, Elsy," said Mrs. Wentworth. "You are free now, they say, to do as you like you are no longer belonging to me." "I ain't a gwine to stay here, missis," replied the negro, "for any money in dis world, and if dey wont let me go out wid you, I will come arter you by myself." "Well, Elsy," said Mrs.
"'As owner, I insist that you allow Alcyfras to win this race, he says, 'n' goes away in a pet when I tells him nix. "The day of the race I don't see Elsy at all. "'You ain't got a ticket to-day, 'n' you know the answer, I says to Lou Smith as the parade starts. He don't say nothin' but nods, so I think he's fixed. "When I come through the bettin' ring I can't believe my eyes.
Wentworth and her children from New Orleans, and endeavor to obtain a clue to her whereabouts. It is a duty I owe to the man who saved my life, that everything I can do for his family shall be performed." Emma left the room as he was speaking, and shortly after returned, followed by Elsy. "Here is the girl," she said, as she entered. "So you belonged to Mr. Wentworth of New Orleans, did you?"
He's out to the track every mawnin' by nine 'n' he don't leave till after the races. He asks me eighty-seven squeaky questions a minute all the time we're together. I calls him 'n' his hoss both Alcy fur a while, but I changes him to Elsy that was less confusin' 'n' it suits him better.
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