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Do you hear that, Cap'n Susan," she crooned to the doll, unconscious of the convulsion of silent amusement beside her. "When we get to Richmon' if we ever do get there I'm going to make you a uniform!" Then she turned to her father with a little sigh, for the miles seemed very long. "How far is it to Richmon', Daddy-man?" she said. "Just about twelve miles," her father answered.
"Well, bymeby my ole mistis say she's broke, an' she got to sell all de niggers on de place. An' when I heah dat dey gwyne to sell us all off at oction in Richmon', oh, de good gracious! I know what dat mean!" Aunt Rachel had gradually risen, while she warmed to her subject, and now she towered above us, black against the stars.
A lot er yuther w'ite folks made a bee line fer dat ar dump cyart, but dey warn' 'fo' me, caze w'en dey git dar, dar I wuz a-settin' wid Marse Dan laid out across my knees. Well, dey lemme go dey bleeged ter caze I 'uz gwine anyway en de speckled mule she des laid back 'er years en let fly fer Richmon'. Yes, suh, I ain' never seed sech a mule es dat.
I went back down de ribber, fer I 'lowed he 'd gone down dere lookin' fer me. I 's be'n ter Noo Orleens, an' Atlanty, an' Charleston, an' Richmon'; an' w'en I 'd be'n all ober de Souf I come ter de Norf. Fer I knows I 'll fin' 'im some er dese days," she added softly, "er he 'll fin' me, an' den we 'll bofe be as happy in freedom as we wuz in de ole days befo' de wah."
"Well, bymeby my ole mistis say she's broke, an she got to sell all de niggers on de place. An' when I heah dat dey gwyne to sell us all off at oction in Richmon', oh, de good gracious! I know what dat mean!" Aunt Rachel had gradually risen, while she warmed to her subject, and now she towered above us, black against the stars.
"There was none?" "Nomum." "And he couldn't find Lieutenant Stuart?" "Nomum. He look fur him in de telegraph office an' everywhar." "Why don't he come why don't he come?" she sighed. "I spec dem wires is done down, an' de news 'bout Secesum come froo de country fum Richmon' by horseback, M'am." The girl sighed again wearily. "The coffee and sandwiches ready, Ben?" "Yassam.
De Convenshun in Richmon' wuz votin' on hit yestiddy. Marse Stuart gone ter town ter fetch de news ter Arlington." Sam stepped close and searched Ben's face. "What's my ole marster dat set me free gwine ter do?" "Dat's what everybody's axin. He bin prayin' up dar all night." Sam glanced toward the stairway and held his silence for a while. He spoke finally with firm conviction.
The Federal officer bit his lip; and yet he could not, would not, be denied. His request became demand, backed by authority and the right of might, till Virgie broke in, in a piping voice of indignation: "You can't have it! It's mine! My pass to Richmon' from Gen'ral Lee." Morrison turned slowly from the little rebel to the man. "Is this true?" he asked.
Callin' Main Street 'Pennsylvania Avenue, and talkin' 'bout hangin' gent'men what you ain't got 'bility in you ter mek angry enuff ter swear at you! 'N Richmon' fallen! Richmon' ain' half as much fallen as you is! Richmon' ain' never gwine ter fall. I done wait on Marse Robert Lee once't at Shirley, an he ain't er gwine ter let it! 'Pennsylvania Avenue!"
"Miss Unity, when you done sont dat kiver ter Richmon', what you gwine investigate dat piano wif?" "Why, we'll leave it bare, Julius! The grain of the wood shows better so." "The bishop," said Miss Lucy thoughtfully "the bishop sent his study carpet last week. What do you think, Unity?" Unity, her head to one side, studied the carpet.
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