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Updated: June 11, 2025
Before I left the island of Jamaica, there befell me an adventure which I may briefly narrate. It being the sickly season and very few ships in port, Maum Buckey's business was somewhat at a stand-still, and with little difficulty I obtained from her a fortnight's holiday.
They were compelled to travel as best they could, sometimes walking many miles, sometimes taking advantage of a passing wagon. At last one evening, just as the sun was setting, they approached the home-place, once a blooming paradise, now a desert waste. The cabin of Maum Winnie with a few of the servants' houses were still standing, but deserted and desolate.
I'll unload it in the morning." Maum Winnie shut the window, and soon was heard shuffling along the carriage-road, grumbling to herself. "'Fore do Lawd, I is plum wore out. I dun wuk sence sun-up, an' dere dat ar fodder fotch here jes' es I gwine ter lie down."
So they became "refugees," living as did thousands of homeless ones, as best they might. Maum Winnie having proved her skill as a nurse, found plenty of employment. Her wages, added to the little Mrs. Grey could earn by her needle, kept them from absolute want. At last came the sad day of "the surrender."
"Oh! yes, Miss Bertha," replied the woman, courtesying, "an' maybe I have seen Miss Bertha, but it's the sweet voice of Miss Lizzie that the old blind woman remembers" handing the bananas across the wide board that protected her tempting wares from public incursions. "You flatter me, Maum Cinda; but I hope the rainy day has not interfered much with your trade.
Her only place of refuge was her mother's home in Maryland, where she had been raised, and had lived previous to her marriage. Promising to arrange for her transportation to the nearest railroad station, the kind-hearted officer took his leave. When Maum Winnie was told of the proposed journey, she was greatly troubled. But when Mrs.
While she lay thinking over the strange events of the day before, Maum Winnie appeared with some fresh, clean clothes upon her arm. "Mornin', little missy," said she, pleasantly; "is you gwine ter sleep all day?" Nelly sprang up and was soon dressed. Running into her mamma's room, she found it all in order, the sweet wind and the morning sun coming in freely through the open windows. Mrs.
Time passed on. Though the Queen City had not regained its former prosperity the Home prospered. Its charitable walls were full, crowded even to their utmost capacity; its business pressing, its necessities great. "Miss Lizzie," said Maum Isbel one day, as the vigilant matron was performing her accustomed round of duty, "Mrs.
There was a great deal of "geeing" and "hawing" and fuss, and then, instead of getting down, the farmer called out, "Say, are you all asleep?" At once Maum Winnie's voice was heard inquiring, "Who dat?" "Hey, old girl, come down here and open the gate. I've brought your hay, but I got stalled on the way, and it's too late to put it up to-night. I'll have to drive the wagon in and leave it.
"An' bless de Lord, is it Miss Lizzie?" said the good-natured woman, as the sound of Lizzie Heartwell's voice fell upon her ear in the kindly spoken salutation. "An' w'at will you have to-day, chile?" "Some bananas, Maum Cinda two for me, and two for my friend here, Miss Bertha Levy."
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