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"No, I'll guarantee ther hain't," said the other, laughing. "Nobody ever accused you of being lazy, Nimbus. They only fault you fer being too peart." "All 'cause I wants my own, an' wuks fer it, an' axes nobody enny odds, but only a fa'r show a white man's chance ter git along," responded Nimbus, with a touch of defiance in his tone.
The colored man scratched his kinky head, and glanced with a queer look at Tom. "How yo' all done guess dat?" he asked. "Answer my question," insisted Tom. "Yes, sah, he done did ask about yo', and de wuks, ebery now and den," Rad confessed. "But how yo' all knowed dat, Massa Tom, when I were a-tellin' yo' all about him astin' fo' mah mule, done gets me dat's what it suah does." "Never mind, Rad.
"The w'ite man he wuks fur is got one an' Jeffy gits the borrowin' use of her it's a mare w'enever he want to, ez I knows frum whut he tells me an' frum whut I seen. Purfessor, that mare is jes' natchelly ordained an' cut out fur peradin' broad ez a feather-tick, gentle ez the onborn lamb, an' mouty nigh pyure white perzactly the right color fur a gran' marshal's hoss.
To buy de land for 'Marster, An' now yer orter pay de tax So't he kin hold it faster. He wuks one acre 'n ebbery ten, De odders idle stan'; So pay de tax upon yo're poll An' take it off his lan'. "Den jes fork up de little tax, etc. "Oh! dat's de song dat some folks sing!
Den de ole woman's been kinder peaked this summer, an' some two or free ob de babies hez been right poorly, an' Sal wal, she got a leettle fretted, kase yer know we both wuks purty hard an' don't seem ter git ahead a morsel.
"I kain't wuk out in the rain, Miss Lily, so I wuks in " That was all he would say about it, and after we had had our tea, she said to me, "There are a lot of interesting things in the attic. Let's go up and see what Willie has been doing " The dim old place was as shining as soap and water could make it, and there was the damp smell of suds.
"I think there is no worse sin and no more disgraceful thing than cruelty." "I quite agree with you," I assented. "A man w'at 'buses his hoss is gwine ter be ha'd on de folks w'at wuks fer 'im," remarked Julius. "Ef young Mistah McLean doan min', he'll hab a bad dream one er dese days, des lack 'is grandaddy had way back yander, long yeahs befo' de wah." "What was it about Mr.
But what I calls havin' a man aroun' is whar he sets by de fiah and smokes he pipe, while I goes out an' wuks an' brings things home, an' he eats what I gives him. An' dat's how come I been married five times, an' I done had two husban's." Before the old oak chest was opened for us, that day at Shirley, we knew that this colonial home was rich in antique silver.
I'll hab ter shoot 'im. One time Fedd run 'way en de white men whar he stopped know'd he wuz a good fighter en made a $250.00 bet dat nobody could lick 'im. A nigger fum de iron wuks fought Fedd en Fedd won. De iron wuks nigger wuz kilt right dere." "'fore Freedum de slaves wuz promused forty acres ob land w'en freed but none eber got hit, en I 'year'd ob no one gittin' any money.
"But you must have another name?" "No I hain't. Jes' wore dat fer twenty-odd years, an' nebber hed no udder." "Who do you work for?" "Wuk for myself, sah." "Well, on whose land do you work?" "Wuks on my own, sah. Oh, I libs at home an' boa'ds at de same place, I does. An' my name's Nimbus, jes' straight along, widout any tail ner handle." "What was your old master's name?"
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