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Updated: May 25, 2025
I never seed yer befo' in my life, an' nebber wants ter see yer ag'in. Whar did yer com f'om anyhow? Whose nigger is yer? Er is yer some low-down free nigger dat doan b'long ter nobody an' doan own nobody? "'W'at fer you talk ter me like dat, honey? I's Ben, yo' Ben. Why doan you know yo' own man? "He put out his ahms fer ter draw her ter 'im, but she jes' gib one yell, an' stahted ter run.
The plantation folk were profoundly impressed, for it had soon become known that her black garb was not merely a thing of the surface. "Moriah sho' does mo'n for Numa. She mo'ns f'om de skin out." Such was popular comment, although it is said that one practical sister, to whom this "inward mo'nin'" had little meaning, ventured so far as to protest against it.
"Paint pertec's little boys' feets," he said, "an' keeps 'em f'om gittin' hurted, Aunt Minerva, don't it?" Miss Minerva laid down her fork and gave her nephew her undivided attention. "You have been getting into mischief again, I see, William; now tell me all about it. Are you afraid of me?" "Yas 'm," was his prompt response, "an' I don't want to be put to bed neither.
The white listener on the station platform understood enough, and his eager face grew tense and grave. A meeting of the blacks, thus bold at such a time, meant nothing but danger, perhaps danger immediate and most serious. The wild chant rose and fell in a sudden gust, and then the voice went on. "De time is heah; I seen it in a dream, I seen it in a vision f'om de Lord.
"Yass, sah! Yass, sah! Hun f'om Boston! He's got de chisel and de hammer and de saw." We all stared. "Come, come, doctor," said Roger. "What's this cock-and-bull story?" "Yass, sah, he's got de chisel and de hammer and de saw. Ah was a-watchin', yass, sah. He don't fool dis yeh ol' nigger. Ah see him sneakin' round when Chips he ain't looking."
"Git erway f'om yere, you pesky cats!" shouted Uncle Rufus as Bungle and Popocatepetl charged the door on the trail of the terrified dog. "Oh, dear me! Don't let them out," begged Dot, "till I can get my doll's clothes off." "My poor Tootsie!" cried Mrs. Forsyth again. "Hush yo'! hush yo'!" said Uncle Rufus, kindly. "Dar's a do' shet 'twixt dat leetle fice an' dem crazy cats.
Ef he had come f'om roun' yere I 'd be skeered ter keep 'im, fer de w'ite folks 'u'd prob'ly be lookin' fer 'im. But I knows ev'ybody w'at's be'n conscripted fer ten miles 'roun', an' dis yere boy don' b'long in dis neighborhood. W'en 'e gits so 'e kin he'p 'isse'f we 'll put 'im up in de lof an' hide 'im till de Yankees come.
It was Pete who had asked the question, and he laughed aloud at the answer. "Mo' cancelized dis mornin', is she?" he replied. "How you know she is?" "'Caze she lemme tote her hoe all de way up f'om de field," answered the ingenuous Apollo. "She did, did she? An' who was walkin' by her side all dat time, I like to know?"
"Humph!" grunted the clerk. "Don't you know " " lackin' six " " the sun sets at ten minutes to seven!" " lackin sixteen minutes forty-two seconds and a quarter," pursued Robin, with head bent as if he were looking at a watch. "Oh, you be hanged! Your old watch is always slow." "My watch? Dis heah watch?" He turned, buttoning his coat carefully. "You know whar dis watch come f'om?"
"Well, I'll tell you des' how it is, suh. I come f'om down in Ma'lan', 'case I wanted to see de hosses run. My ol' mastah was moughty fon' of sich spo't, an' I kin' o' likes it myse'f, dough I don't nevah bet, suh. I's a chu'ch membah.
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