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We hadn't been laying dar long, when Big Mose turned ober toward me, and whispers, 'I tell you, Cato, dar am Inj'ines about de house. 'Cause why I see'd one, and I had a dream last night dat a whole lot ob dem comes here in de night and killed all of us niggers and burnt Missis Mary! Hebens, golly! Massa Canfield, I begun to turn white about de gills when I heerd him say dat.
It was easy to see that the iterated thanks were distasteful to him. He said nothing until the jubilant Cato also made a spring at it as soon as it was released. "Nebber mind nottin' Oonomoo do nottin'." "Hebens, golly! yes, you did. If you hadn't come jes' as you did, I'd had to fout de Injines all alone, single-handed, widout any feller to help me, and, like as not, would've got hurt."
'I'm going to say my prayers, he said, 'and it's de last time too, 'cause de Injines will soon be here. I didn't try to stop him, for I felt so bad, I commenced saying mine in de bed. "Big Mose kept mumbling and crying for a long time, and I shaking more and more, when all at once, hebens, golly! I see'd somefin' bright-like shine trough de winder, and I looked out and de barn was all afire.
"What ye 'scussin' ob my name for?" called out the negro, who had caught a word or two of the last remark. "Stop noise," commanded Oonomoo, peremptorily. "Hebens, golly! ain't dem two talkin', and can't I frow in an obserwashun once in a while, eh?" "Dey love talk sweet you nigger and don't love!" "Oh, dat's de difference, am it? Well, den, I forefwif proceeds all for to cease making remarks.
They had just completed their meal, when Niniotan and Oonomoo started, raising their heads, as if something had caught their ears. Listening a moment, the latter said: "Somebody comin'." "Hebens, golly! am it Injines?" asked Cato, looking around for some good place to hide.
"Why, what's the matter?" he asked, looking up in the terror-stricken countenance of the negro. "Hebens, golly! dey've come!" "Who has come? what are you talking about?" "De Injines. Dar's forty fousand of 'em out dar in de clearing!"
"Hebens, golly! ain't you an Injine, Massa Canfield?" he asked, his knees still shaking with terror. "Do I look like one?" "Guess you isn't, arter all," added the negro, with more assurance. "Hebens, golly! I ain't afeard!" he suddenly exclaimed, straightening up proudly. "Didn't t'ink Cato was afeard, Massa Canfield?"
One of the negro's eyes partially opened, and then he commenced yawning, stretching and shoving his feet over the leaves, as though he was just awaking. "Hebens, golly! but dis nigger is sleepy," said he. "Hello! dat you, Oonomoo? And bress my soul, if dar ain't Massa Canfield," he added, rising to his feet. "How came you here?" asked Canfield.
"Had you no warning of their approach?" "Nothing; didn't know dey war about till dey war among us." "What was the first thing you heard, Cato? Give me the particulars so far as you can remember." "Hebens, golly! I'll neber forgit dat night if I lib a fousand years. Wal, you see I and Big Mose had just gwane to bed and blowed de candle out " "Had Miss Mary retired?"
"Hebens, golly! didn't I hear her tell Missis so?" "Her mother? And what did she say?" "Oh! she and Missis Helen kinder laughed, and showed all dar white teef, and dey didn't try to persuade her to go, 'cause dey knowed dar wan't no use ob tryin' to do nuffin' like dat. She lubs the Leftenant altogeder too much. Yah! yah!" and Cato kicked up his heels, hugely delighted.
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