"I'se brought de cart, as you tole me, Caesar," he remarked. "Am it all right?" "It am, sar," remarked Caesar the hitherto unnamed negro loftily; "when did you ebber know me to fail in what I undertooken, eh, sar?" "Nebber, sah, nebber," answered Moses appreciatively. "An' so dat am de gebberlum, am it?" pointing at me with his chin, as I lay huddled up on the floor.