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"Humph!" said Mr. Tribbs. "Mariar!" Mrs. Tribbs made her appearance in the doorway. "The schoolmaster allows that Jackson ain't bin to school at all." Then, turning to the master, he added, "Thar! you settle it between ye," and quietly walked away. Mrs. Tribbs looked by no means satisfied with or interested in the proposed tete-a-tete. "No," said the master, "I came here first.
"I jist don't know, Cap," he answered mournfully. "'No more at dawning morn I rise And sun myself in Ellen's eyes. That life is lost to love and me. "Whin I got hum ther ol' cabin hed bin plum burnt down, nary stick o' it left, by gum! an' Mariar she wus clean gone.
First ther durned gray-backs they come snoopin' up yere, an' run off all my horgs; then ther blame blue-bellies come 'long an' cut down every lick o' my corn fodder, so thet I'll be cussed if I ain't 'bout ready ter fight either side. Anyhow I ain't did no fightin' yit worth talkin' 'bout, fer Mariar is pow'ful feared I'd git hurt." Maria regarded him scornfully. "Hiding out, I suppose?"
Sure; it's up on ther south branch of ther Cowskin, an' used ter be quite a shebang afore ther war, an' afore ther ol' Jedge died. I reckon as how he hed ther biggest gang o' niggers in ther whole county, an' he wus allers durn gud ter 'em tew. Never no nigger ever run 'way from ol' Jedge Minor, ye bet. Mariar she used ter live thar whin Mis' Celie wus a baby."
"Now, Samuel," said Mrs Twitter, "the question is, what are you going to do with it?" "Well, Mariar," returned her spouse, with an assumption of profound gravity, "I suppose we must send it to the workhouse." "You know quite well, Sam, that you don't mean that," said Mrs Twitter, "the dear little forsaken mite! Just look at its solemn eyes.
"Then I sorter reckon as how Mariar and me wus them ghosts," he continued, grinning. "We sorter reckoned as how we wanted ter see who wus yere afore we come in. 'I'll listen till my fancy hears the clang of swords, the crash of spears. These yere is tough times, stranger, in these parts, an' a man whut has ter pertect a lovely female hes got ter keep his eye skinned."
I hope he'll have a very pleasant time while he is in camp." They saluted and turned away too full for utterance. After they had gone a little distance the Deacon remarked, as if communing with himself: "And that is Gen. Rosecrans. Awful nice man. Nicest man I ever saw. Greatest General in the world. Won't this be something to tell Mariar and the girls. And the men down at the store.
The first thing I've got to do, Samuel, is to go to the police-office, report the case, and hear what they have to advise." "The very thing I was thinking of, Mariar; but don't it strike you it might be better that I should go to the station?" "No, Samuel, the station is near. I can do that, while you take a cab, go straight away to his office and find out at what hour he left.
Do you think we ought to put on our best frocks the first day?" "We're company, and company always do put on their goodest things," said Mabel. "But not when they've come to stay so long. I suppose mamma would say, 'Use your own judgment, but I haven't any judgment, I'll ask Aunt Chloe." "La, honey, I don't know," said she. "Reckon I'll 'quire o' Miss Mariar."
"Stranger, I have fit them ar fellers night an' day in these yere mountings fer nigh onter three year me an' Mariar. "'For love-lorn swain in lady's bower Ne'er panted for the appointed hour As I, until before me stand This rebel chieftain and his band.
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