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Colfax's trunk was brought down and placed in the carriage where three of them might have ridden to safety, a groan of despair and entreaty rose from the faithful group that went to her heart. "Miss Jinny, you ain't gwineter leave yo' ol mammy?" "Hush, Mammy," she said. "No, you shall all go, if I have to stay myself. Ephum, go to the livery stable and get another carriage."
One spring day, after the sober home-coming of Colonel Carvel from the Democratic Convention at Charleston, Ephum accosted his master as he came into the store of a morning. Ephum's face was working with excitement. "What's the matter with you, Ephum?" asked the Colonel, kindly. "You haven't been yourself lately." "No, Marsa, I ain't 'zactly."
Suddenly the sleeper waked with a start, and gazed around. "Hit gittin' mighty dark," he whispered, faintly. "You reckon dee'll git heah 'fo' dark?" The light was dying from his eyes. "Ephum," said the woman, softly, to her husband. The effect was electrical. "Heish! you heah dat!" exclaimed the dying man, eagerly. "Ephum" she repeated. The rest was drowned by Ole 'Stracted's joyous exclamation.
He saw in hers the deep blue light of the skies after an evening's storm. She was calm, and save for a little quiver of the voice, mistress of herself as she spoke to the group of cowering servants. "Mammy," she said, "get up on the box with Ned. And, Ned, walk the horses to the levee, so that the rest may follow. Ephum, you stay here with the house, and I will send Ned back to keep you company."
"I guess you'll like to hear what I've got to say." "Ephum," said Mr. Carvel in his natural voice, "show this man out." Mr. Ford slunk out without Ephum's assistance. But he half turned at the door, and shot back a look that frightened Virginia. "Oh, Pa," she cried, in alarm, "what did he mean?" "I couldn't tell you, Jinny," he answered.
Her eye fell upon the paper they had brought, which lay unfolded on her father's desk. It was signed Stephen A. Brice, Enrolling Officer. That very afternoon they moved to Glencoe, and Ephum was left in sole charge of the store. At Glencoe, far from the hot city and the cruel war, began a routine of peace. Virginia was a child again, romping in the woods and fields beside her father.
"I guess you'll like to hear what I've got to say." "Ephum," said Mr. Carvel in his natural voice, "show this man out." Mr. Ford slunk out without Ephum's assistance. But he half turned at the door, and shot back a look that frightened Virginia. "Oh, Pa," she cried, in alarm, "what did he mean?" "I couldn't tell you, Jinny," he answered.
His boat is a Federal transport, and he is in Yankee pay." Ephum took a step forward, appealingly, "But de Cap'n's yo' friend, Marse Comyn. He ain't never fo'get what you done fo' him, Marse Comyn. He ain't in de army, suh." "And I am the Captain's friend, Ephum," answered the Colonel, quietly. "But I will not ask aid from any man employed by the Yankee Government.
Ephum turned the corner of the street, the perspiration running on his black face. "Miss Jinny, dey ain't no carridges to be had in this town. No'm, not for fifty dollars." This was the occasion for another groan from the negroes, and they began once more to beseech her not to leave them.
One spring day, after the sober home-coming of Colonel Carvel from the Democratic Convention at Charleston, Ephum accosted his master as he came into the store of a morning. Ephum's face was working with excitement. "What's the matter with you, Ephum?" asked the Colonel, kindly. "You haven't been yourself lately." "No, Marsa, I ain't 'zactly."
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