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Updated: June 4, 2025
Den Cun'l Chahmb'lin he sort o' got in debt, an' sell some o' he niggers, an' dat's de way de fuss begun. Dat's whar de lawsuit cum from. Ole marster he didn' like nobody to sell niggers, an' knowin' dat Cun'l Chahmb'lin wuz sellin' o' his, he writ an' offered to buy his M'ria an' all her chil'en, 'cause she hed married our Zeek'yel.
Still she had a sense of proud virtue after reading the paragraphs of good advice in reply to her letters to the paper, and she felt that it placed her nearer Maria's level. On the occasion when Maria met her reading the paper, she even spoke. "Hullo, M'ria!" said she. "Good-evening," Maria replied, politely and haughtily. But Gladys did not seem to notice the haughtiness.
"What!" "Yes; on'y a minute ago I was a-comin' up the road from M'ria Payson's you know she's right sick an' I've ben givin' her massidge an' what sh'd I see but a man comin' out o' your gate with suthin' on his shoulder. I couldn't see who 'twas, an' he was so quiet an' sneaky without a light that I jest slipped behind a tree.
"That's jest where the kid has went," said Gladys. "You go right home, M'ria. We'll go with you, and I'll bet a cooky you'll find that your step-ma has had a telegram." Maria hesitated a moment; then she started, Wollaston Lee still keeping close hold of her arm. Gladys was on the other side. When Maria reached home, she pushed open the front door, which was unlocked, and rushed violently in.
"Well," said the Bargee, more gently, "cut along, then, and don't you do it again, that's all." The children hurried up the bank. "Chuck us a coat, M'ria," shouted the man. And a red-haired woman in a green plaid shawl came out from the cabin door with a baby in her arms and threw a coat to him. He put it on, climbed the bank, and slouched along across the bridge towards the village.
She marched ahead like a woman of twice her years. "You had better hold up your dress, M'ria," said Gladys, coming up with her, and looking at her with wonder. "My, how you do race!" Maria reached round one hand and caught a fold of her skirt. Her new dress was in fact rather long for her. Ida had remarked that morning that she would have Miss Keeler shorten it on Saturday.
An' while she was a-pickin' of them out very careful indeed, and I'm always glad when them sort gets a few over-ripe ones there was two other ladies talkin' over the fence. An' one on 'em said to the other on 'em just like this "'I've told both gells to come, and they can doss in with M'ria and Jane, 'cause their boss and his missis is miles away and the kids too.
Dey wuz knocked out to ole marster dough, an' den dey hed a big lawsuit, an' ole marster wuz agwine to co't, off an' on, fur some years, till at lars' de co't decided dat M'ria belonged to ole marster. Ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin den wuz so mad he sued ole marster for a little strip o' lan' down dyah on de line fence, whar he said belonged to 'im. Ev'ybody knowed hit belonged to ole marster.
"Didn't you heah M'ria say, 'Fo' de Lawd's sake don't wake up ole Marse? Why don't you mind?" The Colonel was not in the best of humours after such a wakeful night, but the sight of her happiness made him smile in spite of himself, when she danced into his room with the doll. She had eaten an early breakfast and gone back up-stairs to examine the other toys that were spread out in her room.
As they climbed the slope, picking their way along loosely-piled wreckwood, she opened the door and stood at first fastening a clean apron and then rubbing her palms up and down upon it, as though they were sweaty and she would dry them before she shook hands. "That's so, M'ria!" the old man shouted cheerfully, as his eyes made out the patch of white apron in the doorway.
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