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Suppose he should be there, and we should happen to go near his plantation?" "Hossifus!" groaned Cyd. "Massa Raybone down dar! Dis chile gubs it all up den." "Don't give up yet, Cyd," laughed Dan. "Mossifus! If dis nigger see ole massa, he done sink into de ground, like a catfish in de mud." "You haven't seen him yet, Cyd; and what is more, I don't believe you will see him."
"I was afraid that some noise might attract the attention of the slave-hunters, and I deferred it till I was sure they would discover us. Then I was creeping on the floor, so that they should not see me, to the cabin, when I fainted." "Hossifus!" gasped Cyd, appalled at the narrow escape of the party. "Don't you believe me, Dan? I am very sure I was not asleep," added Lily, earnestly.
"And our wounded or dying enemies may be clinging to it. Shall we save them?" "Hossifus! Dey kill us ef we does," exclaimed Cyd. "'Lub your enemies," said Quin, piously. "Let us sabe dem if we can. We kin tie dar hands and fotch 'em ober dar." "I don't think they are there." "We must save their lives," added the gentle Lily.
"De wind's clean gone," said Cyd, as the heavy sails of the Isabel began to flap idly in the brails. "Cyd, you must fight!" added Dan, earnestly. "Possifus!" exclaimed Cyd, rising and seizing a boat-hook that lay on the quarter. "Dis chile will fight, for sartin." "Good, Cyd! You are a brave fellow! You deserve to be free, and you shall be." "Hossifus!
"Gwine to shoot him!" groaned Cyd. "Hossifus! gwine to shoot ole Massa Raybone!" "Do you want to go back to Redlawn with him, Cyd?" demanded Dan, with compressed lips. "Don't want to go back, for shore. Gossifus! Dis chile's a free man now." "Then use your gun when I tell you." "Cyd do dat, for sartin," replied he, examining the lock of the fowling piece. "Mossifus!
"I didn't mean to do or say any thing that would make me seem like a master, for I hate the very sound of the word." "Hossifus!" exclaimed Cyd, gratified by this acknowledgment. "I done tink you meant to be my massa, jes like de kun'l. If dis chile jes as good you be, Cyd can't see why you don't tell what you do dese tings for."
"Hossifus!" groaned Cyd, as he turned to observe the course of the boat, and discovered upon deck the stalwart form of Colonel Raybone to him the most terrible man on the face of the earth. The exclamation attracted the attention of Dan, and a glance forward revealed to him the desperate situation of his party.
"I will pray for wind; I will pray with all my soul for a breeze, Dan, and our Father in heaven, who has so often heard my prayers will hear me again." "Stop a minute, Missy Lily; stop a minute," interposed Cyd, gazing earnestly down the lake; "needn't pray no more, Missy Lily; dare's a breeze coming up from de souf-east. Hossifus! de breeze am comin like a possum down a cotton tree! Possifus!
"Plenty ob water on fora'd dar," said Cyd, pointing to the forecastle, which was often submerged in the heavy billows. "Perhaps we can remedy that. I don't think we shall want the bateau any more, and we may as well toss it overboard. It sinks her head down too much." "Hossifus! Frow de boat overboard?" "Yes; over with it, if you can."
The potatoes, the bacon, and the coffee were handed down, and when they were placed upon the table, the effect called forth another rhapsody from Cyd. While he was apostrophizing the bacon and the potatoes, he was joined by Dan. "Come, Lily," said he; "breakfast is ready." "Hossifus!
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