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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Dat's jist what he say 'go 'way, and Mass'r John he flash up like, and say, he sorry to be turn'd out ob de ole home, and dat he'll go as soon as he see you.
"Daat it do, mass'r, down to de berry small ob her back." "Luxuriant?" "What am dat, mass'r?" "Thick bushy." "Golly! it am as bushy as de ole coon's tail." "Now the eyes?" Scipio's description of the quadroon's eyes was rather a confused one. He was happy in a simile, however, which I felt satisfied with: "Dey am big an round dey shine like de eyes of a deer."
He threw off his clothes and prepared to swim after his friend, in order to render the assistance of his stout arm when it should be needed. "Here, Jakolu!" he cried to one of the natives who stood near him. "Yes, mass'r," answered the sturdy young fellow, who has been introduced at an earlier part of this story as being one of the missionary's best behaved and most active church members.
Ob course de doctor he come back along and dress up mass'r's arm. "But," continued Scipio, turning upon me an inquiring look, "how'd young mass'r come by de big ugly cut? Dat's jes wha de Doc wanted to know, an dat's jes wha young missa didn't know nuffin 'tall 'bout." For certain reasons I forbore satisfying the curiosity of my sable nurse, but lay for a moment reflecting.
His bat-like ears had infused nothing of the vampire into his character. No the very type of jollity and fun was the broad black face of "Scipio Besancon," for such was the cognomen of my visitor. Scipio opened the dialogue: "Gollies, young mass'r! Ole Zip 'joiced to see um well 'gain daat he be." "Scipio is it?" "Ye', mass'r daat same ole nigger. Doctor told um to nuss de white genl'um.
Mass'r Toney he angry, tell 'im go; and de boat captain he go angry like de rest. Hya! hya! hya!" "And why should Aurore command such a price?" "Oh! she berry good gal berry good gal but " Scipio hesitated a moment "but " "Well?" "I don't b'lieve, mass'r, daat's de reason." "What, then?" "Why, mass'r, to tell de troof, I b'lieve dar all bad men daat wanted to buy de gal."
"A slave!" repeated I, involuntarily, and in a tone of disappointment. "She Missa 'Genie's maid," continued Scipio; "dress missa's hair wait on her sit wi' her read to her do ebbery ting " "Read to her! what! a slave?" My interest in Aurore began to return. "Ye, mass'r daat do 'Rore. But I 'splain to you.
Why, ole Zip carried 'im in yar in dese berry arms. Mass'r an young missa come 'shore on de Lebee, down dar jes by de gate. Missa shout black folks come out an find um white genl'um all blood he faint, an missa have him carried in yar." "And after?" "Zip he mount fastest hoss ole White Fox an gallop for de doctor gallop like de debil, too.
Scipio's great white eyeballs rolled about with an expression of mingled surprise and apprehension, and rather stammeringly he replied: "Daat am de genl'um's name. Know 'im, young mass'r?" "Only very slightly," I answered, and this answer seemed to set my companion at his ease again.
"Well, up to de time Cap'n Lane come we hadn't seen any ob de Linkum men, but we'd heared ob de prockermation an' know'd we was free, far as Mass'r Linkum could do it, an' Zeb was jus' crazy to git away so he could say, 'I'se my own mass'r. I didn't feel dat away, 'kase I was brought up wid my missus, an' de young ladies was a'most like my own chillen, an' we didn't try to get away like some ob de plantation han's do.
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