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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Oh I wonder whur my baby's done gone, Oh Lawd! An' I git on my knees an' pray." The song stopped, a negro boy sprang out the kitchen-door and ran for the stiles a tall, strong, and very black boy with a dancing eye, white teeth, and a look of welcome that was little short of dumb idolatry. "Howdy, Bob." "Howdy, Ole Cap'n."
The door was open and he went straight in and along the hall towards the minister's study. As he did so a door at the opposite end of the hall opened suddenly and admitted a round black face and an ample red-aproned figure. "Good mawnin', Missy Viney!" drawled the visitor. "I done wanta see de ministah, bress de Lawd!" Viney's white eyeballs and shining teeth flashed him a welcome.
You knows Niggers aint s'posed to always know de right from de wrong. Dey aint got Marsters to teach 'em now. For de white folks to come down here an' do lak dey do, I tells you, it aint right. De quality white folks ought-a do somethin' bout it. "I's had a right hard life, but I puts my faith in de Lawd an' I know ever'thing gwine come out all right.
"'Boss, says Duckfoot, 'some folks 'low dis hoss am Frien'less, but hit ain'. Ef hits Frien'less, an' yo' puts yo' han' hyar on his belly dey is a rough-feelin' scab. Dis hoss am puffeckly smo-o then he stops 'n' begins to get ashy 'round the mouth. "'Well? says the colonel. 'What's the matter? "'Lawd Gawd, boss!
At their left a deep gorge sank so abruptly that a small stone, casually displaced, went sliding and rattling beyond earshot. On their right a wasted moon rose and stared at them over the mountain's shoulder; while within hand's reach, a rocky cliff, bald on its crown, stripped to the waist, and draped at its foot in foliage, towered in the shadow of the vast hill. "Why, good Lawd, Mr.
Bress de Lawd!" and came very near following his example. "He's the Lily of the valley, The Bright and Morning Star," rang out through the church, and voice after voice took it up: "In sorrow He's my comfort, In trouble He's my stay," and when it came to that place he could not help it Job did murmur "Amen."
"Hush, Silas, don't say a word until I tell you. Cupid you are the only one with any sense measure Paisley a dose of Jamaica ginger from the bottle on the desk in the office, and send Abram a drink of the bitters in the brown jug why, Car'line, what do you mean by coming into the house with a slit in your apron?" "Fo' de Lawd, Ole Miss, hit's des done cotch on de fence.
All at once, ere I could draw a breath, she had stooped and kissed me ever so lightly on the forehead. The door opened upon Aunt Lucy. She had but to look at us, and her black face beamed at our blushes. My lady threw her arms about her neck, and hid her face in the ample bosom. "Now praise de good Lawd!" cried Mammy; "I knowed it dis longest time. What's I done tole you, Miss Dolly?
Den she run an' 'gin beatin' on me. "'Hol' on, Ah tells 'er, 'you ain't forgot dat beatin' yit? I done got yo' fish, an' I gin 'er de pahcel. "'Mah boy, mah boy, she say, 'Ah beatin' on yuh kase Ah so proud t' see yuh. Heah Ah done wear black fer yuh, an' gin yuh up fer daid; an' bress de Lawd, heah you is, lak come beck f'm de grave.
"Duty to him," exclaimed the colored woman with a snort of indignation. "He mout tink a little 'bout his duty to me. Doan you trubble 'bout him, for he's boun' to git mo' dan his shar anyhow. Now I know de good Lawd put it in my min' to come heah dis mawnin' case you was on my min' las' night. You needn't tink you kin go hungry while Aun' Sheba hab a crus'."
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