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Updated: June 21, 2025
I's qualified my soul to' dat, suh; yass'm." "Dogs?" "Yass'm, dawgs. Notinstandin' de dawgs come pass me roun' about, in de name o' de Lawd will I lif up my han' an' will perwail." "Have you only your hands?" "Da's all David had, ag'in lion an' bah." "True. Euonymus, I need a man's clothes." "Yass'm, on a pinch dey mowt come handy." Here Robelia came again, conducting "Luke" and "Rebecca."
Robelia waited on tiptoe. "Go fetch him," murmured Euonymus, "an' make has'e." "Wait! You're a good boy, Euonymus, ain't you?" "I cayn't say dat, mi'ss; but I'm glad ef you thinks so." "Y' is good!" said Robelia. "You knows you is!" "Never mind," I said; "do you belong to Zion?" The dark face grew radiant. "Yass'm, I does!" "Euonymus, how many more of you-all are there besides daddy and mammy?"
Dey couldn't be noth'n' mo' rep'ehensible!" Robelia vanished. Euonymus gazed into my eyes. "May I ax you a question, mi'ss?" "You may ask if you won't tell." "Oh, I won't tell! Is you a sho' enough 'oman? Lawd, I knowd you wa'n't! No mo'n you is a man! I seen it f'om de beginnin'!" "Why, boy, what do you imagine I am?" "Oh, I don't 'magine, I knows! 'T'uz me prayed Gawd to sen' you.
"If you hurt that dog," he yelled, "I'll shoot you dead!" Up-stream the other two runaways were out on the gravel-bar, Euonymus behind Robelia and Robelia splashing ludicrously across the shoal, tearing off and kicking off in preparation for deep water sunbonnet, skirt, waist, petticoat, and howling in the self-concern of abject cowardice.
Used in the summer as a lodging-house for visitors, it now stood empty and silent, the evening wind swaying the euonymus and tamarisk boughs in the front the only evergreen shrubs that could weather the whipping salt gales which sped past the walls.
Like Luke, Euonymus faced the brutes. With another fierce outcry Hardy blew his recall of all the four dogs. Three turned at once but the youngster launched himself at Luke's throat where he stood breast-high in the glassing current. The slave caught the dog's whole windpipe in both hands and went with him under the flood.
The customary challenge, "Who' d'you belong to?" failed on my lips, and while those soft eyes passed over me from bonnet to mitts I gave my head as winsome a tilt as I could and inquired: "What is your name?" "Me?" "Yes, you; what is it?" "I'm name', eh, Euonymus; yass'm." "Oh, boy, where'd your mother get that name?" "Why, mist'ess, ain't dat a Bible name?"
"My coach is now at a livery-stable in town, and I want a driver and a lady's maid." "Yass'm." "I'd prefer free colored people. They could come with me as far as they pleased, and I shouldn't be responsible for their return." "Yass'm," said Euonymus, edging away from Robelia's nudge.
"Oh, yes," I said, remembering Onesimus. With my parasol I indicated the other figure, sunbonneted, motionless, gazing on us through the brush. "Has she a Bible name too?" "Yass'm; Robelia." Robelia brought chin and shoulder together and sniggered. "Euonymus," I asked, "have you seen two young gentlemen, fishing, anywhere near here?"
"Why, eh, y' yass'm. Oh, yass'm, ef you say so, my mistress; howsomever, you know what de good book say' 'bout de Ethiopium." "Can't change yes, I know; but this would be only for an hour or two and in the dark." "It'd have to be pow'ful dahk," sighed Euonymus, and from Robelia's sunbonnet came "Unh!" Rebecca interposed: "An' still, o' co'se, we all gwine do ezac'ly what you say."
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