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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Yes," I said, sourly. "Pomp go jump in de ribber." "Go on then." "You nebber see poor ole Pomp, nebber no more." "Don't want to." "Oh, Mass' George! oh, Mass' George!"
So again Polly sang, beginning with "My Old Kentucky Home," and then charming the Doctor with one of his favorites, "'Way down upon the Swanee Ribber." "Annie Laurie" came next, then "Those Evening Bells," and other old songs which her grandmother had taught her. "I'm afraid you're getting too tired," Dr. Dudley told her; but she smilingly shook her head, and sang on.
"Am you dat Englisher Massa Benteen from up de ribber?" Leaning upon my rifle, I gazed directly at him in astonishment. How, by all that was miraculous, did this strange black know my name and nationality? His was a round face, filled with good humor; nothing in it surely to mistrust, yet totally unknown to me. "You speak correctly," I made reply, surprise evident in the tones of my voice.
His time wuz mos' up, an' he swo' dat w'en he wuz twenty-one he would come back an' he'p me run erway, er else save up de money ter buy my freedom. An' I know he 'd 'a' done it, fer he thought a heap er me, Sam did. But w'en he come back he didn' fin' me, fer I wuzn' dere. Ole marse had heerd dat I warned Sam, so he had me whip' an' sol' down de ribber.
"'Gator 'fraid we come shoot um, and come out of de ribber and 'teal a gun." "Nonsense! An alligator wouldn't do that." "Oh, I done know. 'Gator berry wicked ole rarksle." "Where are the marks then?" I said. "Ah, Pomp find um foots and de mark of de tail."
We landed and walked over to the lake front, where the whole slope was packed with people waiting for the fireworks to begin. Someone started to sing "Way Down upon the Swanee Ribber," and everybody joined in. "Nearer, my God, to Thee" was also most impressive from the vast impromptu chorus.
I see a flatboat hauled up on de bank, an' I shubbed her off, led Challenger onto her, an' poled her off into de ribber.
His "ribber" was good, and he ate the last scrap. Then he paid his bill and hurried out. Through the window he looked back for her. She was nowhere in sight. In a miserable hallway on the second floor of a dingy brick building, he obeyed the legend over a button in the wall, which read: "Landlord push the button."
'Hab patience, chile, said he: 'de Lord ain't clean forgot yer. He'll bring yer an' yo' baby togedder ag'in ef yer kin only wait His own good time. I'm on de Lord's business: He's sent me down dis yeah ribber, same as he sent Moses into Egyp', to 'quire into dis matter an' to preach deliberance to de captive.
"That's not long," I said; "why, how long are you?" "No time, Mass' George. I go bed like am now, and get up like am now, and come on." "But do you mean to say you haven't washed this morning?" "How I 'top go to ribber an' wash, when Mass' George wait to be called? Hab good 'wim when we get to ribber."
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