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"Wha' de debbil am dat?" he asked, rubbing his ears to make sure that he was not labouring under a delusion. "Shiver my timbers if I can tell!" rejoined the sailor, equally puzzled by what he had heard. "Dat soun' berry like da voice o' some un go drown, berry like. Wha' say you, Massa Brace?" "It was a good bit like the voice of a man cut in two by a shark. That's what it minded me of."

"Guv'ment gotter 'demnify ef things er managed right; en dat what make me think er Marse Thomas De Willoughby when dat little Stamps feller said somep'n dat soun' like his name. 'Now dar's D'Willerby, he ses, 'big Tom D'Willerby, en I jest jumped on him. 'Did you say De Willoughby, sah? I ses, an' from dat I foun' out de rest."

When I got all wore out wid work, en wid de callin' for you, en went to sleep, my heart wuz mos' broke bekase you wuz los', en I didn' k'yer no' mo' what become er me en de raf'. En when I wake up en fine you back agin, all safe en soun', de tears come, en I could a got down on my knees en kiss yo' foot, I's so thankful.

"I lay dar, en I study en I lissen, en I lissen en I study; en den I doze off like, en fus' news I know yer come de call "'Mingo! oh, Mingo! "Hit soun' nigher, yit hit seem like it come fum a mighty fur ways, en den wiles I wundin' en studyin', yer she come mo' plainer dan befo' "I snatch de blanket offn my head, en sot up en lissen, I did, en den I make answer

"I beg your pardon," returned Thomas; "I never thoucht o' that. The soun' was sae bonnie, I jist stud and hearkened. I beg your pardon.�-But that's no the richt thing for the Sawbath day." "But ye're haein' a walk yersel', it seems, Thomas." "Ay; but I'm gaun ower the hills to my school. An' I maunna bide to claver wi' ye, for I hae a guid twa hoors' traivel afore me."

Dan felt kinder skeered at fus'; but den he 'membered 'bout his life-cha'm, w'ich he had n' be'n ter see fer a week er so, en 'lowed wuz safe en soun' unner de live-oak tree, en so he hilt up 'is head en walk' 'long, des lack he did n' keer nuffin 'bout dis man no mo' d'n any yuther nigger. Wen he got close ter de cunjuh man, dis cunjuh man sez, sezee: "'Hoddy, Brer Dan? I hopes you er well?

"I nev' DID hear it!" said George. "I uz dess sittin' thinkum to myse'f an' she pop in my head 'lamiDAL, dess like 'at! An' she soun' so good, seem like she GOTTA mean somep'm!" "Come to think of it, I believe she does mean something. Why, yes " "Do she?" cried George. "WHAT she mean?" "It's exactly the word for the statue," said Bibbs, with conviction, as he climbed into the car.

'Lemme han' you li'l' mo' chicken salad, ma'am' 'Low me be so kine as to git you f'esh cup coffee, suh' 'S way ole Genesis talkin' ev'y even' 'ese days!" Jane looked at him thoughtfully. "Do you like it better than cuttin' grass, Genesis?" she asked. He paused to consider. "Yes'm when ban' play all lem TUNES! My goo'ness, do soun' gran'!" "You can't do it to-night, though, Genesis," said Jane.

"Well, Aunt Linda," said Robert, seating himself near her, and drinking the glass of milk which she had handed him, "how goes the battle? How have you been getting on since freedom?" "Oh, fust rate, fust rate! Wen freedom com'd I jist lit out ob Miss Johnson's kitchen soon as I could. I wanted ter re'lize I war free, an' I couldn't, tell I got out er de sight and soun' ob ole Miss.

"Miss Celia," cried a reproachful voice from the door. "Is you gwine away, chile, widout tellin' youah black Mammy good-by?" Celia unclasped her mother's arms, fell upon the bosom of her black Mammy and wept anew. "De Lawd be wid you, chile," cooed the voice of the negress, musical with tenderness, "an' bring you back home safe an' soun' in His own time."