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[Frontispiece: "_I seen he eye light on her as she came down the steps
smilin'._"]





UNC' EDINBURG

A PLANTATION ECHO


BY THOMAS NELSON PAGE

ILLUSTRATED BY B. WEST CLINEDINST




CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS

NEW YORK, 1897




Copyright, 1889, 1895, by

Charles Scribner's Sons




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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS


"_I seen he eye light on her as she came down the steps smilin'._" . .
. . . . Frontispiece.

"_I got de ker'idge heah for you._"

"_We come 'way next mornin'._"

"_Mars George lead her out on de porch._"

"_Hit begin so low evybody had to stop talkin'._"

"_Miss Charlotte she 'mos' 'stracted._"

"_An' Marse George he ain' answer._"




[Illustration: "_I got de ker'idge heah for you._"]


"Well, suh, dat's a fac--dat's what Marse George al'ays said.  'Tis
hard to spile Christmas anyways."

The speaker was "Unc' Edinburg," the driver from Werrowcoke, where I
was going to spend Christmas; the time was Christmas Eve, and the place
the muddiest road in eastern Virginia--a measure which, I feel sure,
will, to those who have any experience, establish its claim to
distinction.

A half-hour before he had met me at the station, the queerest-looking,
raggedest old darkey conceivable, brandishing a cedar-staffed whip of
enormous proportions in one hand, and clutching in the other a calico
letter-bag with a twisted string; and with the exception of a brief
interval of temporary suspicion on his part, due to the unfortunate
fact that my luggage consisted of only a hand-satchel instead of a
trunk, we had been steadily progressing in mutual esteem.

"Dee's a boy standin' by my mules; I got de ker'idge heah for you," had
been his first remark on my making myself known to him.  "Mistis say as
how you might bring a trunk."

I at once saw my danger, and muttered something about "a short visit,"
but this only made matters worse.

"Dee don' nobody nuver pay short visits dyah," he said, decisively, and
I fell to other tactics.

"You couldn' spile Christmas den noways," he repeated, reflectingly,
while his little mules trudged knee-deep through the mud.  "Twuz
Christmas den, sho' 'nough," he added, the fires of memory smouldering,
and then, as they blazed into sudden flame, he asserted, positively:
"Dese heah free-issue <DW65>s don' know what Christmas is.  Hawg meat
an' pop crackers don' meck Christmas.  Hit tecks ole times to meck a
sho'-'nough, tyahin'-down Christmas.  Gord!  I's seen 'em!  But de wuss
Christmas I ever seen tunned out de best in de een," he added, with
sudden warmth, "an' dat wuz de Christmas me an' Marse George an'
Reveller all got drownded down at Braxton's Creek.  You's hearn 'bout
dat'?"

As he was sitting beside me in solid flesh and blood, and looked as
little ethereal in his old hat and patched clothes as an old oak stump
would have done, and as Colonel Staunton had made a world-wide
reputation when he led his regiment through the Chickahominy thickets
against McClellan's intrenchments, I was forced to confess that I had
never been so favored, but would like to hear about it now; and with a
hitch of the lap blanket under his outside knee, and a supererogatory
jerk of the reins, he began:

"Well, you know, Marse George was jes' eighteen when he went to
college.  I went wid him, 'cause me an' him wuz de same age; I was born
like on a Sat'day in de Christmas, an' he wuz born in de new year on a
Chuesday, an' my mammy nussed us bofe at one breast.  Dat's de reason
maybe huccome we took so to one nurr.  He sutney set a heap o' sto' by
me; an' I ain' nuver see nobody yit wuz good to me as Marse George."

The old fellow, after a short reverie, went on:

"Well, we growed up togerr, jes as to say two stalks in one hill.  We
cotch ole hyahs togerr, an' we hunted 'possums togerr, an' '<DW53>s.
Lord! he wuz a climber!  I 'member a fight he had one night up in de
ve'y top of a big poplar tree wid a <DW53>, whar he done gone up after,
an' he flung he hat over he head; an' do' de varmint leetle mo' tyah
him all to pieces, he fotch him down dat tree 'live; an' me an' him had
him at Christmas.  '<DW53> meat mighty good when dee fat, you know?"

As this was a direct request for my judgment, I did not have the moral
courage to raise an issue, although my views on the subject of '<DW53>
meat are well known to my family; so I grunted something which I doubt
not he took for assent, and he proceeded:

"Dee warn' nuttin he didn' lead de row in; he wuz de bes' swimmer I
ever see, an' he handled a skiff same as a fish handle heself.  An' I
wuz wid him constant; wharever you see Marse George, dyah Edinburg
sho', jes' like he shadow.  So twuz, when he went to de university;
'twarn' nuttin would do but I got to go too.  Marster he didn' teck
much to de notion, but Marse George wouldn' have it no urrway, an'
co'se mistis she teck he side.  So I went 'long as he body-servant to
teck keer on him an' help meck him a gent'man.  An' he wuz, too.  From
time he got dyah tell he cum 'way he wuz de head man.

"Dee warn' but one man dyah didn' compliment him, an' dat wuz Mr.
Darker.  But he warn' nuttin! not dat he didn' come o' right good
fambly--'cep' dee politics; but he wuz sutney pitted, jes' like
sometimes you see a weevly runty pig in a right good litter.  Well, Mr.
Darker he al'ays 'ginst Marse George; he hate me and him bofe, an' he
sutney act mischeevous todes us; 'cause he know he warn' as we all.  De
Stauntons dee wuz de popularitiest folks in Virginia; an' dee wuz
high-larnt besides.  So when Marse George run for de medal, an' wuz to
meck he gret speech, Mr. Darker he speak 'ginst him.  Dat's what Marse
George whip him 'bout.  'Ain' nobody nuver told you 'bout dat?"

I again avowed my misfortune; and although it manifestly aroused new
doubts, he worked it off on the mules, and once more took up his story:

"Well, you know, dee had been speakin' 'ginst one nurr ev'y Sat'dy
night; and ev'ybody knowed Marse George wuz de bes' speaker, but dee
give him one mo' sho', an' dee was bofe gwine spread deeselves, an' dee
wuz two urr gent'mens also gwine speak.  An' dat night when Mr. Darker
got up he meck sich a fine speech ev'ybody wuz s'prised; an' some on
'em say Mr. Darker done beat Marse George.  But, shuh!  I know better'n
dat; an' Marse George face look so curious; but, suh, when he riz I
knowed der wuz somen gwine happen--I wuz leanin' in de winder.  He jes
step out in front an' throwed up he head like a horse wid a rank kyurb
on him, and den he begin; an' twuz jes like de river when hit gits out
he bank.  He swep' ev'ything.  When he fust open he mout I knowed twuz
comin'; he face wuz pale, an' he wuds tremble like a fiddle-string, but
he eyes wuz blazin', an' in a minute he wuz jes reshin'.  He voice
soun' like a bell; an' he jes wallered dat turr man, an' wared him out;
an' when he set down dee all yelled an' hollered so you couldn' heah
you' ears.  Gent'-mans, twuz royal!

"Den dee tuck de vote, an' Marse George got it munanimous, an' dee all
hollered agin, all 'cep' a few o' Mr. Darker's friends.  An' Mr. Darker
he wuz de second.  An' den dee broke up.  An' jes den Marse George
walked thoo de crowd straight up to him, an' lookin' him right in de
eyes, says to him, 'You stole dat speech you made to-night.'  Well,
suh, you ought to 'a hearn 'em; hit soun' like a mill-dam.  You couldn'
heah nuttin 'cep' roarin', an' you couldn' see nuttin 'cep' shovin'.
But, big as he wuz, Marse George beat him; an' when dee pull him off,
do' he face wuz mighty pale, he stan' out befo' 'em all, dem whar wuz
'ginst him, an' all, jes as straight as an arrow, an' say: 'Dat speech
wuz written an' printed years ago by somebody or nurr in Congress, an'
this man stole it; had he beat me only, I should not have said one
word; but as he has beaten others, I shall show him up!'  Gord, suh, he
voice wuz clear as a game rooster.  I sutney wuz proud on him.

"He did show him up, too, but Mr. Darker ain' wait to see it; he lef'
dat night.  An' Marse George he wuz de popularitiest gent'man at dat
university.  He could handle dem students dyah same as a man handle a
hoe.

"Well, twuz de next Christmas we meet Miss Charlotte an' Nancy.  Mr.
Braxton invite we all to go down to spen' Christmas wid him at he home.
An' sich a time as we had!

"We got dyah Christmas Eve night--dis very night--jes befo' supper, an'
jes natchelly froze to death," he pursued, dealing in his wonted
hyperbole, "an' we jes had time to git a apple toddy or two when supper
was ready, an' wud come dat dee wuz waitin' in de hall.  I had done fix
Marse George up gorgeousome, I tell you; an when he walk down dem
stairs in dat swaller-tail coat, an' dem paten'-leather pumps on, dee
warn nay one dyah could tetch him; he looked like he own 'em all.  I
jes rest my mind.  I seen him when he shake hands wid 'em all roun',
an' I say, 'Um-m-m! he got 'em.'

"But he ain' teck noticement o' none much tell Miss Charlotte come.
She didn' live dyah, had jes come over de river dat evenin' from her
home, 'bout ten miles off, to spen' Christmas like we all, an' she come
down de stairs jes as Marse George finish shakin' hands.  I seen he eye
light on her as she come down de steps smilin', wid her dim blue dress
trainin' behind her, an' her little blue foots peepin' out so pretty,
an' holdin' a little hankcher, lookin' like a spider-web, in one hand,
an' a gret blue fan in turr, spread out like a peacock tail, an' jes
her roun' arms an' th'oat white, an' her gret dark eyes lightin' up her
face.  I say, 'Dyah 'tis!' and when de ole Cun'l stan' aside an'
interduce 'em, and Marse George step for'ard an' meck he grand bow, an'
she sort o' swing back an' gin her curtchy, wid her dress sort o'
dammed up 'ginst her, an' her arms so white, an' her face sort o'
sunsetty, I say, 'Yes, Lord!  Edinburg, dyah you mistis.'  Marse George
look like he think she done come down right from de top o' de blue sky
an' bring piece on it wid her.  He ain' nuver took he eyes from her dat
night.  Dee glued to her, mun! an' she--well, do' she mighty rosy, an'
look mighty unconsarned, she sutney ain' hender him.  Hit look like
kyarn nobody else tote dat fan an' pick up dat hankcher skusin o' him;
an' after supper, when dee all playin' blind-man's-buff in de hall--I
don' know how twuz--but do' she jes as nimble as a filly, an' her ankle
jes as clean, an' she kin git up her dress an' dodge out o' de way o'
ev'ybody else, somehow or nurr she kyarn help him ketchin' her to save
her life; he al'ays got her corndered; an' when dee'd git fur apart,
dat ain' nuttin, dee jes as sure to come togerr agin as water is whar
you done run you hand thoo.  An' do' he kiss ev'ybody else under de
mistletow, 'cause dee be sort o' cousins, he ain' nuver kiss her, nor
nobody else ain't nurr, 'cep' de ole Cun'l.  I wuz standin' down at de
een de hall wid de black folks, an' I notice it 'tic'lar, 'cause I done
meck de 'quaintance o' Nancy; she wuz Miss Charlotte's maid; a mighty
likely young gal she wuz den, an' jes as impident as a fly.  She see it
too, do' she ain' 'low it.

"Fust thing I know I seen a mighty likely light-skinned gal standin'
dyah by me, wid her hyah mos' straight as white folks, an' a mighty
good frock on, an' a clean apron, an' her hand mos' like a lady, only
it brown, an' she keep on 'vidin' her eyes twix me an' Miss Charlotte;
when I watchin' Miss Charlotte she watchin' me, an' when I steal my eye
'roun' on her she noticin' Miss Charlotte; an' presney I sort o' sidle
'longside her, an' I say, 'Lady, you mighty sprightly to-night.'  An'
she say she 'bleeged to be sprightly, her mistis look so good; an' I ax
her which one twuz, an' she tell me, 'Dat queen one over dyah,' an' I
tell her dee's a king dyah too, she got her eye set for; an' when I say
her mistis tryin' to set her cap for Marse George, she fly up, an' say
she an' her mistis don' have to set dee cap for nobody; _dee_ got to
set dee cap an' all dee clo'es for dem, an' den dee ain' gwine cotch
'em cause dee ain' studyin' 'bout no up-country folks whar dee ain'
nobody know nuttin 'bout.

"Well, dat oudaciousness so aggrivate me, I lite into dat <DW65> right
dyah.  I tell her she ain' been nowhar 'tall ef she don' know we all;
dat we wuz de bes' of quality, de ve'y top de pot; an' den I tell her
'bout how gret we wuz; how de ker'idges wuz al'ays hitched up night an'
day, an' <DW65>s jes thick as weeds; an' how Unc' Torm he wared he
swaller-tail ev'y day when he wait on de table; and Marse George he
won' wyah a coat mo'n once or twice anyways, to save you life.  Oh!  I
sutney 'stonish dat <DW65>, 'cause I wuz teckin up for de fambly, an' I
meck out like dee use gold up home like urr folks use wood, an' sow
silver like urr folks sow wheat; an' when I got thoo dee wuz all on 'em
listenin', an' she 'lowed dat Marse George he were ve'y good, sho
'nough, 'ef twarn for he <DW65>; but I ain' tarrifyin' myself none
'bout dat, 'cause I know she jes projickin, an' she couldn' help bein'
impident ef you wuz to whup de frock off her back.

"Jes den dee struck up de dance.  Dee had wheel de pianer out in de
hall, an' somebody say Jack Forester had come cross de river, an' all
on 'em say dee mus' git Jack; an' presney he come in wid he fiddle,
grinnin' and scrapin', 'cause he wuz a notable fiddler, do' I don'
think he wuz equal to we all's Tubal, an' I know he couldn' tech Marse
George, 'cause Marse George wuz a natchel fiddler, jes like '<DW53>s is
natchel pacers, an' mules an' womens is natchel kickers.  Howsomever,
he sutney jucked a jig sweet, an' when he shake dat bow you couldn'
help you foot switchin' a leetle--not ef you wuz a member of de chutch.
He wuz a mighty sinful man, Jack wuz, an' dat fiddle had done drawed
many souls to torment.

"Well, in a minute dee wuz all flyin', an' Jack he wuz rockin' like
boat rockin' on de water, an' he face right shiny, an' he teef look
like ear o' corn he got in he mout, an' he big foot set way out keepin'
time, an' Marse George he was in de lead row dyah too; ev'y chance he
git he tunned Miss Charlotte--'petchel motion, right hand across, an'
cauliflower, an' croquette--dee croquette plenty o' urrs, but I notice
dee ain' nuver fail to tun one nurr, an' ev'y tun he gin she wrappin'
de chain roun'him.  Once when dee wuz 'prominadin-all' down we all's
een o' de hall, as he tunned her somebody step on her dress an' to' it.
I heah de screech o' de silk, an' Nancy say, 'O Lord!' den she say,
'Nem mine! now I'll git it!' an' dee stop for a minute for Marse George
to pin 't up, while turrers went on, an' Marse George wuz down on he
knee, an' she look down on him mighty sweet out her eyes, an' say, 'Hit
don' meck no difference,' an' he glance up an' cotch her eye, an', jes
'dout a wud, he tyah a gret piece right out de silk an' slipt it in he
bosom, an' when he got up, he say, right low, lookin' in her eyes real
deep, 'I gwine wyah dis at my weddin',' an' she jes look sweet as
candy; an' ef Nancy ever wyah dat frock I ain' see it.

"Den presney dee wuz talkin' 'bout stoppin'.  De ole Cun'l say hit time
to have prars, an' dee wuz beggin' him to wait a leetle while; an' Jack
Forester lay he fiddle down nigh Marse George, an' he picked 't up an'
drawed de bow 'cross it jes to try it, an' den jes projickin' he struck
dat chune 'bout 'You'll ermember me.'  He hadn' mo'n tech de string
when you couldn' heah a pin drap.  Marse George he warn noticin', an'
he jes lay he face on de fiddle, wid he eyes sort o' half shet, an'
drawed her out like he'd do some nights at home in dee moonlight on de
gret porch, tell on a sudden he looked up an' cotch Miss Charlotte eye
leanin' for'ards so earnest, an' all on 'em list'nin', an' he stopt,
an' dee all clapt dee hands, an' he sudney drapt into a jig.  Jack
Forester ain' had to play no mo' dat night.  Even de ole Cun'l ketched
de fever, an' he stept out in de flo' in he long-tail coat an' high
collar, an' knocked 'em off de 'Snowbud on de Ash-bank,' an' 'Chicken
in de Bread-tray,' right natchel.

"Oh, he could jes plank 'em down!

"Oh, dat wuz a Christmas like you been read 'bout!  An' twuz hard to
tell which gittin cotch most, Marse George or me; 'cause dat <DW65> she
jes as confusin' as Miss Charlotte.  An' she sutney wuz sp'ilt dem
days; ev'y <DW65> on dat place got he eye on her, an' she jes az
oudacious an' aggravatin as jes womens kin be.

"Dees monsus 'ceivin critters, womens is, jes as onreliable as de
hind-leg of a mule; a man got to watch 'em all de time; you kyarn break
'em like you kin horses.

"Now dat off mule dyah" (indicating, by a lazy but not light lash of
his whip the one selected for his illustration), "dee ain' no countin'
on her at all; she go 'long all day, or maybe a week, jes dat easy an'
sociable, an' fust thing you know you ain' know nuttin she done knock
you brains out; dee ain' no 'pendence to be placed in 'em 'tall, suh;
she jes as sweet as a kiss one minute, an' next time she come out de
house she got her head up in de air, an' her ears backed, an' goin'
long switchin'herself like I ain' good 'nough for her to walk on.

"'Fox-huntin's?' oh, yes, suh, ev'y day mos'; an' when Marse George
didn't git de tail, twuz 'cause twuz a bob-tail fox--you heah me!  He
play de fiddle for he pastime, but he fetched up in de saddle--dat he
cradle!

"De fust day dee went out I heah Nancy quoilin 'bout de tail layin' on
Miss Charlotte dressin'-table gittin' hyahs over ev'ything.

"One day de ladies went out too, Miss Charlotte 'mongst 'em, on Miss
Lucy' gray myah Switchity, an' Marse George he rid Mr. Braxton's
chestnut Willful.

"Well, suh, he stick so close to dat gray myah, he leetle mo' los' dat
fox; but, Lord! he know what he 'bout--he monsus 'ceivin' 'bout dat--he
know de way de fox gwine jes as well as he know heself; an' all de time
he leadin' Miss Charlotte whar she kin heah de music, but he watchin'
him too, jes as narrow as a ole hound.  So, when de fox tun de head o'
de creek, Marse George had Miss Charlotte on de aidge o' de flat, an'
he de fust man see de fox tun down on turr side wid de hounds right
rank after him.  Dat sort o' set him back, 'cause by rights de fox
ought to a' double an' come back dis side: he kyarn git out dat way;
an' two or three gent'mens dee had see it too, an' wuz jes layin de
horses to de groun' to git roun' fust, 'cause de creek wuz heap too
wide to jump, an' wuz 'way over you head, an hit cold as Christmas, sho
'nough; well, suh, when dee tunned, Mr. Clarke he wuz in de lead (he
wuz ridin' for Miss Charlotte too), an' hit fyah set Marse George on
fire; he ain' said but one wud, 'Wait,' an' jes set de chestnut's head
straight for de creek, whar de fox comin' wid he hyah up on he back,
an' de dogs ravlin mos' on him.

"De ladies screamed, an' some de gent'mens hollered for him to come
back, but he ain' mind; he went 'cross dat flat like a wild-duck; an'
when he retch de water he horse tried to flinch, but dat hand on de
bridle, an' dem rowels in he side, an' he 'bleeged to teck it.

"Lord! suh, sich a screech as dee set up!  But he wuz swimmin' for
life, an' he wuz up de bank an' in de middle o' de dogs time dee
tetched ole Gray Jacket; an' when Mr. Clarke got dyah Marse George wuz
stan'in' wid ice on him, holdin' up de tail for Miss Charlotte to see,
turr side de creek, an' de hounds wuz wallerin' all over de body, an' I
don' think Mr. Clarke done got up wid 'em yit.

"He cotch de fox, an' he cotch some'n else besides, is my 'pinion,
'cause when de ladies went upstairs dat night Miss Charlotte had to
wait on de steps for a glass o' water, an' couldn' nobody git it but
Marse George; an' den when she tell him good-night over de banisters,
he couldn' say it good enough; he got to kiss her hand; an' she ain' do
nuttin but jes peep upstairs ef anybody dyah lookin'; an' when I come
thoo de do' she juck her hand 'way an' run upstairs jes as farst as she
could.  Marse George look at me sort o' laughin', an' say: 'Confound
you!  Nancy couldn' been very good to you.'  An' I say, 'She le' me
squench my thirst a leetle kissin' her hand;' an' he sort o' laugh an'
tell me to keep my mouf shet.

"But dat ain' de on'y time I come on 'em.  Dee al'ays gittin'
corndered; an' de evenin' befo' we come 'way I wuz gwine in thoo de
conservity, an' dyah dee wuz sort o' hide 'way.  Miss Charlotte she wuz
settin' down, an' Marse George he wuz leanin' over her, got her hand to
he face, talkin' right low an' lookin' right sweet, an' she ain' say
nuttin; an' presney he drapt on one knee by her, an' slip he arm roun'
her, an' try to look in her eyes, an' she so 'shamed to look at him she
got to hide her face on he shoulder, an' I slipt out.

"We come 'way next mornin'.  When marster heah 'bout it he didn' teck
to de notion at all, 'cause her pa--dat is, he warn' her own pa, 'cause
he had married her ma when she wuz a widder after Miss Charlotte pa
died--an' he politics warn' same as ourn.  'Why, you kin never stand
him, suh,' he said to Marse George.  'We won't mix any mo'n fire and
water; you ought to have found that out at college; dat fellow Darker
is his son.'"

[Illustration: "_We come 'way next mornin'._"]

"Marse George he say he know dat; but he on'y de step-brurr of de young
lady, an' ain' got a drap o' her blood in he veins, an' he didn' know
it when he meet her, an' anyhow hit wouldn' meck any diffence; an, when
de mistis see how sot Marse George is on it she teck he side, an' dat
fix it; 'cause when ole mistis warn marster to do a thing, hit jes good
as done.  I don' keer how much he rar roun' an' say he ain' gwine do
it, you jes well go 'long an' put on you hat; you gwine see him presney
doin' it jes peaceable as a lamb.  She tun him jes like she got
bline-bridle on him, an' he ain' nuver know it.

"So she got him jes straight as a string.  An' when de time come for
Marse George to go, marster he mo' consarned 'bout it 'n Marse George;
he ain' say nuttin 'bout it befo'; but now he walkin' roun' an' roun'
axin mistis mo' questions 'bout he cloes an' he horse an' all; an' dat
mornin' he gi' him he two Sunday razors, an' gi' me a pyah o' boots an'
a beaver hat, 'cause I wuz gwine wid him to kyar he portmanteau, an'
git he shavin' water, sence marster say ef he wuz gwine marry a
Locofoco, he at least must go like a gent'man; an' me an' Marse George
had done settle it 'twixt us, cause we al'ays set bofe we traps on de
same hyah parf.

"Well, we got 'em.  When I ax dat gal out on de wood-pile dat night,
she say bein' as her mistis gwine own me, an' we bofe got to be in de
same estate, she reckon she ain' nuver gwine to be able to git shet o'
me; an' den I clamp her.  Oh, she wuz a beauty!"

A gesture and guffaw completed the recital of his conquest.

"Yes, suh, we got 'em sho!" he said, presently.  "Dee couldn' persist
us; we crowd 'em into de fence an' run 'em off dee foots.

"Den come de 'gagement; an' ev'ything wuz smooth as silk.  Marse George
an' me wuz ridin' over dyah constant, on'y we nuver did git over bein'
skeered when we wuz ridin' up dat turpentine road facin' all dem
winders.  Hit 'pears like ev'ybody in de wull 'mos' wuz lookin' at us.

"One evenin' Marse George say, 'Edinburg, d'you ever see as many
winders p'intin' one way in you' life?  When I git a house,' he say, 'I
gwine have all de winders lookin' turr way.'

"But dat evenin' when I see Miss Charlotte come walkin' out de gret
parlor wid her hyah sort o' rumpled over her face, an' some yaller
roses on her bres, an' her gret eyes so soft an' sweet, an' Marse
George walkin' 'long hinst her, so peaceable, like she got chain 'roun'
him, I say, 'Or--or, winders ain' nuttin.'

"Oh, twuz jes like holiday all de time!  An' den Miss Charlotte come
over to see mistis, an' of co'se she bring her maid wid her, 'cause she
'bleeged to have her maid, you know, an' dat wuz de bes' of all.

"Dat evenin', bout sunset, dee come drivin' up in de big ker'idge, wid
de gret hyah trunk stropped on de seat behind, an' Nancy she settin' by
Billy, an' Marse George settin' inside by he rose-bud, 'cause he had
done gone down to bring her up; an' marster he done been drest in he
blue coat an' yallow westket ever sence dinner, an' walkin' roun',
watchin' up de road all de time, an' tellin' de mistis he reckon dee
ain' comin', an ole mistis she try to pacify him, an' she come out
presney drest, an' rustlin' in her stiff black silk an' all; an' when
de ker'idge come in sight, ev'ybody wuz runnin'; an' when dee draw up
to de do', Marse George he help her out an' in'duce her to marster an'
ole mistis; an' marster he start to meck her a gret bow, an' she jes
put up her mouf like a little gal to be kissed, an' dat got him.  An'
mistis teck her right in her arms an' kiss her twice, an' de servants
dee wuz all peepin' an' grinnin'.

"Ev'ywhar you tun you see a <DW65> teef, 'cause dee all warn see de
young mistis whar good 'nough for Marse George.

"Dee ain' gwine be married tell de next fall, 'count o' Miss Charlotte
bein' so young; but she jes good as b'longst to we all now; an' ole
marster an' mistis dee jes as much in love wid her as Marse George.
Hi! dee warn pull de house down an' buil' it over for her!  An' ev'y
han' on de place he peepin' to try to git a look at he young mistis
whar he gwine b'longst to.  One evenin' dee all on 'em come roun' de
porch an' send for Marse George, an' when he come out, Charley Brown
(he al'ays de speaker, 'cause he got so much mouf, kin' talk pretty as
white folks), he say dee warn interduce to de young mistis, an' pay dee
bespects to her; an' presney Marse George lead her out on de porch
laughin' at her, wid her face jes rosy as a wine-sop apple, an' she
meck 'em a beautiful bow' an' speak to 'em ev'y one, Marse George
namin' de names; an' Charley Brown he meck her a pretty speech, an'
tell her we mighty proud to own her; an' one o' dem impident gals ax
her to gin her dat white frock when she git married; an' when she say,
'Well, what am I goin' wear?' Sally say, 'Lord, honey, Marse George
gwine dress you in pure gol'!' an' she look up at him wid sparks
flashin' out her eyes, while he look like dat ain' good 'nough for her.
An' so twuz, when she went 'way, Sally Marshall got dat frock, an'
proud on it I tell you."

[Illustration: "_Marse George lead her out on de porch._"]

"Oh, yes; he sutney mindin' her tender.  Hi! when she go to ride in
evenin' wid him, de ain' no horse-block good 'nough for her!  Marse
George got to have her step in he hand; an' when dee out walkin' he got
de umbrellar holdin' 't over her all de time, he so feared de sun'll
kiss her; an' dee walk so slow down dem walks in de shade you got to
sight 'em by a tree to tell ef dee movin' 'tall.  She use' to look like
she used to it too, I tell you, 'cause she wuz quality, one de
white-skinned ones; an' she'd set in dem big cheers, wid her little
foots on de cricket whar Marse George al'ays set for her, he so feared
dee'd tech de groun', jes like she on her throne; an' ole marster he'd
watch her 'mos' edmirin as Marse George; an' when she went 'way hit
sutney wuz lonesome.  Hit look like daylight gone wid her.  I don' know
which I miss mos', Miss Charlotte or Nancy.

"Den Marse George wuz 'lected to de Legislature, an' ole Jedge Darker
run for de Senator, an' Marse George vote gin him and beat him.  An'
dat commence de fuss; an' den dat man gi' me de whuppin, an' dat breck
'tup and breck he heart.

"You see, after Marse George wuz 'lected ('Lections wuz 'lections dem
days; dee warn' no baitgode 'lections, wid e'vy sort o' wurrms
squirmin' up 'ginst one nurr, wid piece o' paper d' ain' know what on,
drappin' in a chink; didn' nuttin but gent'mens vote den, an' dee took
dee dram, an' vote out loud, like gent'mens)--well, arter Marse George
was 'lected, de parties wuz jes as even balanced as stilyuds, an' wen
dee ax Marse George who wuz to be de Senator, he vote for de Whig,
'ginst de old jedge, an' dat beat him, of co'se.  An' dee ain' got
sense to know he 'bleeged to vote wid he politics.  Dat he sprinciple;
he kyarn vote for Locofoco, I don' keer ef he is Miss Charlotte pa,
much less her step-pa.  Of co'se de ole jedge ain' speak to him arter
dat, nur is Marse George ax him to.  But who dat g'wine s'pose
women-folks got to put dee mouf in too?  Miss Charlotte she write Marse
George a letter dat pester him mightily; he set up all night answerin'
dat letter, an' he mighty solemn, I tell you.  An' I wuz gettin' right
grewjousome myself, 'cause I studyin' 'bout dat gal down dyah whar I
done gi' my wud to, an' when dee ain' no letters come torectly hit hard
to tell which one de anxiouser, me or Marse George.  Den presney I so
'straughted 'long o' it I ax Aunt Haly 'bouten it: (She know all sich
things, 'cause she 'mos' a hunderd years ole, an' seed evil speerits,
an' got skoripins up her chimley, an' knowed conjure); an' she ax me
what wuz de signication, an' I tell her I ain' able nuther to eat nor
to sleep, an' dat gal come foolin' 'long me when I sleep jes as natchel
as ef I see her sho' 'nough.  An' she say I done conjured; dat de gal
done tricked me.

"Oh, Gord! dat skeered me!

"You white folks, marster, don' b'lieve nuttin like dat; y' all got too
much sense, 'cause y' all kin read; but <DW65>s dee ain' know no
better, an' I sutney wuz skeered, 'cause Aunt Haly say my coffin done
seasoned, de planks up de chimley.

"Well, I got so bad Marse George ax me 'bout it, an' he sort o' laugh
an' sort o' cuss, an' he tell Aunt Haly ef she don' stop dat
foolishness skeerin' me he'll sell her an' tyah her ole skoripin house
down.  Well, co'se he jes talkin', an' he ax me next day how'd I like
to go an' see my sweetheart.  Gord! suh, I got well torectly.  So I set
off next evenin', feelin' jes big as ole marster, wid my pass in my
pocket, which I warn' to show nobody 'douten I 'bleeged to, 'cause
Marse George didn't warn nobody to know he le' me go.  An' den dat
rascallion teck de shut off my back.  But ef Marse George didn' pay him
de wuth o' it!

"I done git 'long so good, too.

"When Nancy see me she sutney wuz 'stonished.  She come roun' de
cornder in de back yard whar I settin' in Nat's do' (he wuz de
gardener), wid her hyah all done ontwist, an' breshed out mighty fine,
an' a clean ap'on wid fringe on it, meckin' out she so s'prised to see
me (whar wuz all a lie, 'cause some on 'em done notify her I dyah), an'
she say, 'Hi! what dis black <DW65> doin' heah?'

"An' I say, 'Who you callin' <DW65>, you impident, kercumber-faced
thing, you?'  Den we shake hands, an' I tell her Marse George done set
me free--dat I done buy myself; dat's de lie I done lay off to tell her.

"An' when I tole her dat, she bust out laughin', an' say, well, I
better go 'long 'way, den, dat she don' warn no free <DW65> to be
comp'ny for her.'  Dat sort o' set me back, an' I tell her she kickin'
'fo' she spurred, dat I ain' got her in my mine; I got a nurr gal at
home whar grievin' 'bout me dat ve'y minute.  An' after I tell her all
sich lies as dat presney she ax me ain' I hongry; an' ef dat <DW65>
didn' git her mammy to gi' me de bes' supter!  Umm-m!  I kin mos' tas'e
it now.  Wheat bread off de table, an' zerves, an' fat bacon, tell I
couldn' put a nurr moufful nowhar sep'n I'd teck my hat.  Dat night I
tote Nancy water for her, an' I tell her all 'bout ev'ything, an' she
jes sweet as honey.  Next mornin', do', she done sort o' tunned some,
an' ain' so sweet.  You know how milk gits sort o' bonny-clabberish?
An' when she see me she 'gin to 'buse me--say I jes' tryin' to fool
her, an' all de time got nurr wife at home, or gittin' ready to git
one, for all she know, an' she ain' know wherr Marse George ain' jes
'ceivin' as I is; an' nem mine, she got plenty warn marry her; an' as
to Miss Charlotte, she got de whole wull; Mr. Darker he ain' got nobody
in he way now, dat he deah all de time, an' ain' gwine West no mo'.
Well, dat aggrivate me so I tell her ef she say dat 'bout Marse George
I gwine knock her; an' wid dat she got so oudacious I meck out I gwine
'way, an' lef' her, an' went up todes de barn; an' up dyah, fust thing
I know, I come across dat ar man Mr. Darker.  Soon as he see me he
begin to cuss me, an' he ax me what I doin' on dat land, an' I tell him
'Nuttin'.'  An' he say, well, he gwine gi' me some'n; he gwine teach me
to come prowlin' round gent'men's houses.  An' he meck me go in de barn
an' teck off my shut, an' he beat me wid he whup tell de blood run out
my back.  He sutney did beat me scandalous, 'cause he done hate me an'
Marse George ever since we wuz at college togurr.  An' den he say: 'Now
you git right off dis land.  Ef either you or you marster ever put you
foot on it, you'll git de same thing agin.'  An' I tell you, Edinburg
he come way, 'cause he sutney had worry me.  I ain' stop to see Nancy
or nobody; I jes come 'long, shakin' de dust, I tell you.  An' as I
come 'long de road I pass Miss Charlotte walkin' on de lawn by herself,
an' she call me: 'Why, hi! ain' dat Edinburg?'

"She look so sweet, an' her voice soun' so cool, I say, 'Yes'm; how you
do, missis?'  An' she say, she ve'y well, an' how I been, an' whar I
gwine?  I tell her I ain' feelin' so well, dat I gwine home.  'Hi!' she
say, 'is anybody treat you bad?'  An' I tell her, 'Yes'm'.  An' she
say, 'Oh!  Nancy don' mean nuttin by dat; dat you mus'n mine what
womens say, an' do, 'cause dee feel sorry for it next minute; an'
sometimes dee kyarn help it, or maybe hit you fault; an' anyhow, you
ought to be willin' to overlook it; an' I better go back an' wait till
to-morrow--ef--ef I ain' 'bleeged to git home to-day.'

"She got mighty mixed up in de een part o' dat, an' she looked mighty
anxious 'bout me an' Nancy; an' I tell her, 'No'm, I 'bleeged to git
home.'

"Well, when I got home Marse George he warn know all dat gwine on; but
I mighty sick--dat man done beat me so; an' he ax me what de marter,
an' I upped an' tell him.

"Gord!  I nuver see a man in sich a rage.  He call me in de office an'
meck me teck off my shut, an' he fyah bust out cryin'.  He walked up
an' down dat office like a caged lion.  Ef he had got he hand on Mr.
Darker den, he'd 'a kilt him, sho!

"He wuz most 'stracted.  I don't know what he'd been ef I'd tell him
what Nancy tell me.  He call for Peter to get he horse torectly, an' he
tell me to go an' git some'n from mammy to put on my back, an' to go to
bed torectly, an' not to say nuttin to nobody, but to tell he pa he'd
be away for two days, maybe; an' den he got on Reveller an' galloped
'way hard as he could, wid he jaw set farst, an' he heaviest whup
clamped in he hand.  Gord!  I wuz most hopin' he wouldn' meet dat man,
'cause I feared ef he did he'd kill him; an' he would, sho, ef he had
meet him right den; dee say he leetle mo' did when he fine him next
day, an' he had done been ridin' den all night; he cotch him at a sto'
on de road, an' dee say he leetle mo' cut him all to pieces; he drawed
a weepin on Marse George, but Marse George wrench it out he hand an'
flung it over de fence; an' when dee got him 'way he had weared he whup
out on him; an' he got dem whelps on him now, ef he ain' dead.  Yes,
suh, he ain' let nobody else do dat he ain' do heself, sho!

"Dat done de business!

"He sont Marse George a challenge, but Marse George sont him wud he'll
cowhide him agin ef he ever heah any mo' from him, an' he 'ain't.  Dat
perrify him, so he shet he mouf.  Den come he ring an' all he pictures
an' things back--a gret box on 'em', and not a wud wid 'em.  Marse
George, I think he know'd dee wuz comin', but dat ain' keep it from
huttin him, 'cause he done been 'gaged to Miss Charlotte, an' got he
mine riveted to her; an' do' befo' dat dee had stop writin', an' a riff
done git 'twixt 'em, he ain' satisfied in he mine dat she ain't gwine
'pologizee--I know by Nancy; but now he got de confirmation dat he done
for good, an' dat de gret gulf fixed 'twix him an' Aberham bosom.  An',
Gord, suh, twuz torment, sho 'nough!  He ain' say nuttin 'bout it, but
I see de light done pass from him, an' de darkness done wrap him up in
it.  In a leetle while you wouldn' a knowed him.

"Den ole mistis died.

"B'lieve me, ole marster he 'most much hut by Miss Charlotte as Marse
George.  He meck a 'tempt to buy Nancy for me, so I find out arterward,
an' write Jedge Darker he'll pay him anything he'll ax for her, but he
letter wuz sont back 'dout any answer.  He sutney was mad 'bout it--he
say he'd horsewhip him as Marse George did dat urr young puppy, but ole
mistis wouldn' le' him do nuttin, and den he grieve heself to death.
You see he mighty ole, anyways.  He nuver got over ole mistis' death.
She had been failin' a long time, an' he ain' tarry long 'hinst her;
hit sort o' like breckin up a holler--de ole '<DW53> goes 'way soon arter
dat; an' marster nuver could pin he own collar or buckle he own
stock--mistis she al'ays do dat; an' do' Marse George do de bes' he
kin, an' mighty willin', he kyarn handle pin like a woman; he hand
tremble like a p'inter dog; an' anyways he ain' ole mistis.  So ole
marster foller her dat next fall, when dee wuz gittin in de corn, an'
Marse George he ain' got nobody in de wull left; he all alone in dat
gret house, an' I wonder sometimes he ain' die too, 'cause he sutney
wuz fond o' old marster.

"When ole mistis wuz dyin', she tell him to be good to ole marster, an'
patient wid him, 'cause he ain' got nobody but him now (ole marster he
had jes step out de room to cry); an' Marse George he lean over her an'
kiss her an' promise her faithful he would.  An' he sutney wuz tender
wid him as a woman; an' when ole marster die, he set by him an' hol' he
hand an' kiss him sort, like he wuz ole mistis.

"But, Gord! twuz lonesome arter dat, an' Marse George eyes look
wistful, like he al'ays lookin' far 'way.

"Aunt Haly say he see harnts whar walk 'bout in de gret house.  She say
dee walk dyah constant of nights sence ole marster done alterate de
rooms from what dee wuz when he gran'pa buil' 'em, an' dat dee huntin'
for dee ole chambers an' kyarn git no rest 'cause dee kyarn fine 'em.
I don't know how dat wuz.  I know Marse George _he_ used to walk about
heself mightily of nights.  All night long, all night long, I'd heah
him tell de chickens crowin' dee second crow, an' some mornin's I'd go
dyah an' he ain' even rumple de bed.  I thought sho he wuz gwine die,
but I suppose he done 'arn he days to be long in de land, an' dat save
him.  But hit sutney wuz lonesome, an' he nuver went off de plantation,
an' he got older an' older, tell we all thought he wuz gwine die.

"An' one day come jes befo' Christmas, 'bout nigh two year arfter
marster die, Mr. Braxton ride up to de do'.  He had done come to teck
Marse George home to spen' Christmas wid him.  Marse George warn git
out it, but Mr. Braxton won' teck no disapp'intment; he say he gwine
baptize he boy, an' he done name him after Marse George (he had marry
Marse George cousin, Miss Peggy Carter, an' he vite Marse George to de
weddin', but he wouldn' go, do' I sutney did want him to go, 'cause I
heah Miss Charlotte was nominated to marry Mr. Darker, an' I warn know
what done 'come o' dat bright-skinned <DW65> gal whar I used to know
down dyah); an' he say Marse George got to come an' stan' for him, an'
gi' him a silver cup an' a gol' rattle.  So Marse George he finally
promise to come an' spend Christmas Day, an' Mr. Braxton went 'way next
mornin', an' den hit tun in an' rain so I feared we couldn' go, but hit
cler off de day befo' Christmas Eve an' tun cold.  Well, suh, we ain'
been nowhar for so long I wuz skittish as a young filly; an' den you
know twuz de same ole place.

"We didn' git dyah till supper-time, an' twuz a good one too, 'cause
seventy miles dat cold a weather hit whet a man's honger jes like a
whetstone.

"Dee sutney wuz glad to see we all.  We rid roun' by de back yard to
gi' Billy de horses, an' we see dee wuz havin' gret fixin's; an' den we
went to de house, jest as some o' de folks run in an' tell 'em we wuz
come.  When Marse George stept in de hall, dee all clustered roun' him
like dee gwine hug him, dee faces fyah dimplin' wid pleasure, an' Miss
Peggy she jes reched up an' teck him in her arms an' hug him.

"Dee tell me in de kitchen dat dee wuz been 'spectin' of Miss Charlotte
over to spend Christmas too, but de river wuz so high dee s'pose dee
couldn' git cross.  Chile, dat sutney disapp'int me!

"Well, after supper de <DW65>s had a dance.  Hit wuz down in de
wash-house, an' de table wuz set in de carpenter shop jes' by.  Oh, hit
sutney wuz beautiful!  Miss Lucy an' Miss Ailsy dee had superintend
ev'ything wid dee own hands.  So dee wuz down dyah wid dee ap'ons up to
dee chins, an' dee had de big silver strandeliers out de house, two on
each table, an' some o' ole mistis's best damas' tablecloths, an' ole
marster's gret bowl full o' egg-nog; hit look big as a mill-pond
settin' dyah in de cornder; an' dee had flowers out de greenhouse on de
table, an' some o' de chany out de gret house, an' de dinin'-room
cheers set roun' de room.  Oh! oh! nuttin warn too good for <DW65>s dem
times; an' de little <DW65>s wuz runnin' roun' right 'stracted,
squealin' an' peepin' an' gittin in de way onder you foots; an' de mens
dee wuz totin' in de wood--gret hickory logs, look like stock whar you
gwine saw--an' de fire so big hit look like you gwine kill hawgs,
'cause hit sutney wuz cold dat night.  Dis <DW65> ain' nuver gwine
forgit it!  Jack Forester he had come 'cross de river to lead de
fiddlers, an' he say he had to put he fiddle onder he coat an' poke he
bow in he breeches leg to keep de strings from poppin', an' dat de
river would freeze over sho ef twarn so high; but twuz jes snortin',
an' he had hard wuck to git over in he skiff, an' Unc' Jeems say he
ain' gwine come out he boat-house no mo' dat night--he done tempt
Providence often 'nough for one day.

"Den ev'ything wuz ready, an' de fiddlers got dee dram an' chuned up,
an' twuz lively, I tell you!  Twuz jes as thick in dyah as blackberries
on de blackberry bush, 'cause ev'y gal on de plantation wuz dyah
shakin' her foot for some young buck, an' back-steppin' for to go
'long.  Dem ole sleepers wuz jes a-rockin', an' Jack Forester he wuz
callin' de figgers for to wake 'em up.  I warn' dancin', 'cause I done
got 'ligion an 'longst to de chutch sence de trouble done tech us up so
rank; but I tell you my foots wuz pintedly eechchin for a leetle sop on
it, an' I had to come out to keep from crossin' 'em onst, anyways.
Den, too, I had a tetch o' misery in my back, an' I lay off to git a
tas'e o' dat egg-nog out dat big bowl, wid snowdrift on it, from Miss
Lucy--she al'ays mighty fond o' Marse George; so I slip into de
carpenter shop, an' ax her kyarn I do nuttin for her, an' she laugh an'
say, yes, I kin drink her health, an' gi' me a gret gobletful, an' jes
den de white folks come in to 'spec' de tables, Marse George in de
lead, an' dee all fill up dee glasses an' pledge dee health, an' all de
servants', an' a merry Christmas; an' den dee went in de wash-house to
see de dancin', an' maybe to teck a han deeself, 'cause white folks'
'ligion ain' like <DW65>s', you know; dee got so much larnin dee kin
dance, an' fool de devil too.  An' I stay roun' a little while, an' den
went in de kitchen to see how supper gittin' on, 'cause I wuz so hongry
when I got dyah I ain' able to eat 'nough at one time to 'commodate it,
an' de smell o' de tuckeys an' de gret saddlers o' mutton in de
tin-kitchens wuz mos' 'nough by deeself to feed a right hongry man; an'
dyah wuz a whole parcel o' <DW65>s cookin' an' tunnin 'bout for life,
an' dee faces jes as shiny as ef dee done bas'e 'em wid gravy; an'
dyah, settin' back in a cheer out de way, wid her clean frock up off de
flo', wuz dat gal!  I sutney did feel curiousome.

"I say, 'Hi! name o' Gord! whar'd you come from?'  She say, 'Oh,
Marster! ef heah ain' dat free <DW65> agin!'  An' ev'ybody laughed.

"Well, presny we come out, cause Nancy warn see de dancin', an' we stop
a leetle while 'hind de cornder out de wind while she tell me 'bout
ev'ything.  An' she say dat's all a lie she tell me dat day 'bout Mr.
Darker an' Miss Charlotte; an' he done gone 'way now for good 'cause he
so low down an' wuthless dee kyarn nobody stand him; an' all he warn
marry Miss Charlotte for is to git her <DW65>s.  But Nancy say Miss
Charlotte nuver could abide him; he so 'sateful, 'spressly sence she
fine out what a lie he told 'bout Marse George.  You know, Mr. Darker
he done meck 'em think Marse George sont me dyah to fine out ef he done
come home, an' den dat he fall on him wid he weepin when he ain'
noticin' him, an' sort o' out de way too, an' git two urr mens to hold
him while he beat him, all 'cause he in love wid Miss Charlotte.  D'you
ever, ever heah sich a lie?  An' Nancy say, do' Miss Charlotte ain'
b'lieve it all togerr, hit look so reasonable she done le' de ole jedge
an' her ma, who wuz 'pending on what she heah, 'duce her to send back
he things; an' dee ain' know no better not tell after de ole jedge die;
den dee fine out 'bout de whuppin me, an' all; an' den Miss Charlotte
know huccome I ain' gwine stay dat day; an' she say dee was sutney
outdone 'bout it, but it too late den; an' Miss Charlotte kyarn do
nuttin but cry 'bout it, an' dat she did, pintedly, 'cause she done
lost Marse George, an' done 'stroy he life; an' she nuver keer 'bout
nobody else sep Marse George, Nancy say.  Mr. Clarke he hangin' on, but
Miss Charlotte she done tell him pintedly she ain' nuver gwine marry
nobody.  An' dee jes done come, she say, 'cause dee had to go 'way roun
by de rope ferry 'long o' de river bein' so high, an' dee ain' know
tell dee done git out de ker'idge an' in de house dat we all wuz heah;
an' Nancy say she glad dee ain', 'cause she 'feared ef dee had, Miss
Charlotte wouldn' 'a come.

"Den I tell her all 'bout Marse George, 'cause I know she 'bleeged to
tell Miss Charlotte.  Twuz powerful cold out dyah, but I ain' mine dat,
chile.  Nancy she done had to wrop her arms up in her ap'on an' she
kyarn meck no zistance 'tall, an' dis <DW65> ain' keerin' nuttin 'bout
cold den.

"An' jes den two ladies come out de carpenter shop an' went 'long to de
wash-house, an' Nancy say, 'Dyah Miss Charlotte now;' an' twuz Miss
Lucy an' Miss Charlotte; an' we heah Miss Lucy coaxin' Miss Charlotte
to go, tellin' her she kin come right out; an' jes den dee wuz a gret
shout, an' we went in hinst 'em.  Twuz Marse George had done teck de
fiddle, an ef he warn' natchelly layin' hit down! he wuz up at de urr
een o' de room, 'way from we all, 'cause we wuz at de do', nigh Miss
Charlotte whar she wuz standin' 'hind some on 'em, wid her eyes on him
mighty timid, like she hidin' from him, an' ev'y <DW65> in de room wuz
on dat flo'.  Gord! suh, dee wuz grinnin' so dee warn' a toof in dat
room you couldn' git you tweezers on; an' you couldn' heah a wud, dee
so proud o' Marse George playin' for 'em.

"Well, dee danced tell you couldn' tell which wuz de clappers an' which
de back-steppers; de whole house look like it wuz rockin'; an' presney
somebody say supper, an' dat stop 'em, an' dee wuz a spell for a
minute, an' Marse George standin' dyah wid de fiddle in he hand.  He
face wuz tunned away, an' he wuz studyin'--studyin' 'bout dat urr
Christmas so long ago--an' sudney he face drapt down on de fiddle, an'
he drawed he bow 'cross de strings, an' dat chune 'bout 'You'll
ermember me' begin to whisper right sort.  Hit begin so low ev'ybody
had to stop talkin' an' hold dee mouf to heah it; an' Marse George he
ain' know nuttin 'bout it, he done gone back, an' standin' dyah in de
gret hall playin' it for Miss Charlotte, whar done come down de steps
wid her little blue foots an' gret fan, an' standin' dyah in her dim
blue dress an' her fyah arms, an' her gret eyes lookin' in he face so
earnest, whar he ain' gwine nuver speak to no mo'.  I see it by de way
he look--an' de fiddle wuz jes pleadin'.  He drawed it out jes as fine
as a stran' o' Miss Charlotte's hyah."

[Illustration: "_Hit begin so low ev'ybody had to stop talkin'._"]

"Hit so sweet, Miss Charlotte, mun, she couldn' stan' it; she made to
de do'; an' jes while she watchin' Marse George to keep him from seein'
her he look dat way, an' he eyes tall right into hern.

"Well, suh, de fiddle drapt down on de flo'--perlang!--an' he face wuz
white as a sycamore limb.

"Dee say twuz a swimmin' in de head he had; an' Jack say de whole
fiddle warn wuff de five dollars.

"Me an' Nancy followed 'em tell dee went in de house, an' den we come
back to de shop whar de supper wuz gwine on, an' got we all supper an'
a leetle sop o' dat yaller gravy out dat big bowl, an' den we all
rejourned to de wash-house agin, an' got onder de big bush o' misseltow
whar hangin' from de jice, an' ef you ever see scufflin' dat's de time.

"Well, me an' she had jes done lay off de whole Christmas, when wud
come dat Marse George want he horses.

"I went, but it sutney breck me up; an' I wonder whar de name o' Gord
Marse George gwine sen' me dat cold night, an' jes as I got to de do'
Marse George an' Mr. Braxton come out, an' I know torectly Marse George
wuz gwine 'way.  I seen he face by de light o' de lantern, an' twuz set
jes rigid as a rock.

"Mr. Braxton he wuz baiggin him to stay; he tell him he ruinin' he
life, dat he sho dee's some mistake, an' twill be all right.  An' all
de answer Marse George meck wuz to swing heself up in de saddle, an'
Reveller he look like he gwine fyah 'stracted.  He al'ays mighty fool
anyways when he git cold, dat horse wuz.

"Well, we come 'long 'way, an' Mr. Braxton an' two mens come down to de
river wid lanterns to see us cross, 'cause twuz dark as pitch, sho
'nough.

"An' jes 'fo' I started I got one o' de mens to hol' my horses, an' I
went in de kitchen to git warm, an' dyah Nancy wuz.  An' she say Miss
Charlotte upsteairs cryin' right now, 'cause she think Marse George
gwine cross de river 'count o' her, an' she whimper a little herself
when I tell her good-by.  But twuz too late den.

"Well, de river wuz jes natchelly b'ilin', an' hit soun' like a
mill-dam roarin' by; an' when we got dyah Marse George tunned to me an'
tell me he reckon I better go back.  I ax him whar he gwine, an' he
say, 'Home.'  'Den I gwine wid you,' I says.  I wuz mighty skeered, but
me an' Marse George wuz boys togerr; an' he plunged right in, an' I
after him.

"Gord! twuz cold as ice; an' we hadn' got in befo' bofe horses wuz
swimmin' for life.  He holler to me to byah de myall head up de stream;
an' I did try, but what's a <DW65> to dat water!  Hit jes pick me up
an' dash me down like I ain' no mo'n a chip, an' de fust thing I know I
gwine down de stream like a piece of bark, an' water washin' all over
me.  I knowed den I gone, an' I hollered for Marse George for help.  I
heah him answer me not to git skeered, but to hold on; but de myah wuz
lungin' an' de water wuz all over me like ice, an' den I washed off de
myah back, an' got drownded.

"I 'member comin' up an' hollerin' agin for help, but I know den'
'tain' no use, dee ain' no help den, an' I got to pray to Gord, an' den
some'n hit me an' I went down agin, an'--de next thing I know I wuz in
de bed, an' I heah 'em talkin' 'bout wherr I dead or not, an' I ain'
know myself tell I taste de whiskey dee po'rin' down my jugular.

"An' den dee tell me 'bout how when I hollered Marse George tun back
an' struck out for me for life, an' how jes as I went down de last time
he cotch me an' helt on to me tell we wash down to whar de bank curve,
an' dyah de current wuz so rapid hit yuck him off Reveller back, but he
helt on to de reins tell de horse lunge so he hit him wid he fo' foot
an' breck he collar-bone, an' den he had to let him go, an' jes helt on
to me; an' den we wash up agin de bank an' cotch in a tree, an' de mens
got dyah quick as dee could, an' when dee retched us Marse George wuz
holdin' on to me, an' had he arm wrapped roun' a limb, an' we wuz
lodged in de crotch, an' bofe jes as dead as a nail; an' de myah she
got out, but Reveller he wuz drownded, wid his foot cotch in de rein
an' de saddle tunned onder he side; an' dee ain' know wherr Marse
George ain' dead too, 'cause he not only drownded, but he lef' arm
broke up nigh de shoulder.

"An' dee say Miss Charlotte she 'mos' 'stracted; dat de fust thing
anybody know 'bout it wuz when some de servants bust in de hall an'
holler, an' say Marse George an' me bofe done washed 'way an' drownded,
an' dat she drapt down dead on de flo', an' when dee bring her to she
'low to Miss Lucy dat she de 'casion on he death; an' dee say dat when
de mens wuz totin' him in de house, an' wuz shufflin' de feets not to
meck no noige, an' a little piece o' wet blue silk drapt out he breast
whar somebody picked up an' gin Miss Lucy, Miss Charlotte breck right
down agin; an' some on 'em say she sutney did keer for him; an' now
when he layin' upstairs dyah dead, hit too late for him ever to know
it."

[Illustration: "_Miss Charlotte she 'mos 'stracted._"]

"Well, suh, I couldn' teck it in dat Marse George and Reveller wuz
dead, an' jes den somebody say Marse George done comin' to an' dee gi'
me so much whiskey I went to sleep.

"An' next mornin' I got up an' went to Marse George room, an' see him
layin' dyah in de bed, wid he face so white an' he eyes so
tired-lookin', an' he ain' know me no mo' 'n ef he nuver see me, an' I
couldn' stan' it; I jes drap down on de flo' an' bust out cryin'.
Gord! suh, I couldn' help it, 'cause Reveller wuz drownded, an' Marse
George he wuz mos' gone.

"An' he came nigher goin' yit, 'cause he had sich a strain, an' been so
long in de water, he heart done got numbed, an' he got 'lirium, an' all
de time he thought he tryin' to git 'cross de river to see Miss
Charlotte, an' hit so high he kyarn git dyah.

"Hit sutney wuz pitiful to see him layin' dyah tossin' an' pitchin',
not knowin' whar he wuz, tell it teck all Mr. Braxton an' me could do
to keep him in de bed, an' de doctors say he kyarn hol' out much longer.

"An' all dis time Miss Charlotte she wuz gwine 'bout de house wid her
face right white, an' Nancy say she don' do nuttin all day long in her
room but cry an' say her pra'rs, prayin' for Marse George, whar dyin'
upsteairs by 'count' o' not knowin' she love him, an' I tell Nancy how
he honin' all de time to see her, an' how he constant cravin' her name.

"Well, so twuz, tell he mos' done wyah heself out; an' jes lay dyah wid
his face white as de pillow, an' he gret pitiful eyes rollin' 'bout so
restless, like he still lookin' for her whar he all de time callin' her
name, an' kyarn git 'cross dat river to see.

"An' one evenin' 'bout sunset he 'peared to be gwine; he weaker'n he
been at all, he ain' able to scuffle no mo', an' jes layin' dyah so
quiet, an' presney he say, lookin' mighty wistful:

"'Edinburg, I'm goin' to-night; ef I don't git 'cross dis time, I'll
gin't up.'

"Mr. Braxton wuz standin' nigh de head o' de bed, an' he say, 'Well, by
Gord! he shell see her!'--jes so.  An' he went out de room, an' to Miss
Charlotte do', an' call her, an' tell her she got to come, ef she
don't, he'll die dat night; an' fust thing I know, Miss Lucy bring Miss
Charlotte in, wid her face right white, but jes as tender as a angel's,
an' she come an' stan' by de side de bed, an' lean down over him, an'
call he name, 'George!'--jes so.

"An' Marse George he ain' answer; he jes look at her study for a
minute, an' den he forehead got smooth, an' he tun he eyes to me, an'
say, 'Edinburg, I'm 'cross.'"


[Illustration: "_An' Marse George he ain' answer._"]











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