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He shook his dusty head. "You ain't never been in jail, is you, black man?" Peter said he had not. "Lawd! it ain't no place fuh a woman," declared Tump. "You dunno nothin' 'bout it, black man. It sho ain't no place fuh a woman." A notion of an iron cage floated before Peter's mind.
"That tha' Mist' Steerin' aint ben come no mo' fuh gre't while, air he?" "No." "Samson he say he gwine ride down by Redbud this evenin'." "Well, Chloe, I'm sorry that I can't send an invitation to your favourite, but I'm afraid Father isn't well enough oh, there's Piney, Chloe!" The boy had come up the bridle-path slowly, his mission weighting him and making him languid.
He he use' to be my son 'fo' he went off to school; but sence he come home, he been a-laughin' at me." Tears came to her eyes; she panted for a moment, then added: "Yeah, he done marked his mammy down fuh a nigger, Mars' Milt. Whut I thought wuz gwine be sweet lays bitter in my mouf." She worked her thick lips as if the rank taste of her sickness were the very flavor of her son's ingratitude.
Down upon me charged a company of freedmen, or Arabs, or Zulus, armed with no, I saw with relief that they were not rifles, but whips. And I saw dimly a caravan of black, clumsy vehicles; and at the reassuring shouts, "Kyar you anywhere in the town, boss, fuh fifty cents," I reasoned that I was merely a "fare" instead of a victim. I walked through long streets, all leading uphill.
Tump shook his head, bewildered, and after a moment added, "Yas-suh, I never wuz mo' surprised in all my life dan when I got dis medal fuh stobbin' fo' white men." Peter Siner looked through the Jim Crow window at the vast rotation of the Kentucky landscape on which his forebears had toiled; presently he added soberly: "You were fighting for your country, Tump.
"Come on, missie, dat-ah young Yankee gen'leman frien' up an' out." Barbara bit her lip in mock dismay. "Has he de-part-ed?" She had a droll liking for long words, and often deployed their syllables as skirmishers in the rear for her sentences. Johanna tittered. "Humph! you know mawnstus well he ain't gone. Miss Barb, dass de onyess maan I even see wear a baang. Wha' fuh he do dat?"
"Been lookin' fuh you fuh some time, Peter," he stated grimly. Peter considered the formidable figure with a queer sensation. He tried to take Tump's appearance casually; he tried to maintain an air of ordinariness. "Didn't know you were back." "Yeah, I's back." "Have you been looking for me?" "Yeah." "Didn't you know where I was staying?" "Co'se I did; up 'mong de white folks.
I would dance en de folks would gib me money er gib me candy en durin' de war de soldiers wuz de prettiest things." "Got nuthin' at freedum en wuz not lookin' fuh nuthin'. Ef marster had lived he might hab gib us sump'in. He wuz a good man en good ter us. Eber since mah freedum, I'se wuk'd as a laundress. Wuk'd fer one fam'ly ober 21 y'ars. 'Bout two y'ars ago I lefted a tub, en hurt mahself.
He asked the maid near by if she thought his father would be home soon. She "reckoned so." "I wish he would be home in a hour," he mused, aloud. "I wish he would be on the mountain road right now." When he stepped down and started away she crouched before him. "Whah you bound fuh, ole gen'leman, lookin' so sawt o' funny-sad?" "I dunno." "W'at you gwine do, boss?" "I dunno."
I only want to know who she is just out of curiosity." Grenfall's face was a trifle red. "Beg pahdon, suh; but I kind o' thought you was like orh' gent'men when they see a han'some woman. Allus wants to fin' out somethin' 'bout huh, suh, yuh know. 'Scuse me foh misjedgin' yuh, suh. Th' lady in question is a foh'ner she lives across th' ocean, 's fuh as I can fin' out.
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