"Indeed!" cried half a dozen voices.
"Yes," continued he; "Aunt Winny tole me I's to hab de prettiest
yallah gal in de town, and dat I's to be free!"
All eyes were immediately turned toward Sally Johnson, who was
seated near Sam.
"I 'specs I see somebody blush at dat remark," said Alfred.
"Pass dem pancakes an' 'lasses up dis way, Mr. Alf, and none ob
your sinuwashuns here," rejoined Sam.
"Dat reminds me," said-Agnes, "dat Dorcas Simpson is gwine to git
married."
"Who to, I want to know?" inquired Peter.
"To one of Mr. Darby's field-hands," answered Agnes.
"I should tink dat gal wouldn't frow herseff away in dat ar way,"
said Sally; "She's good lookin' 'nough to git a house-servant, and
not hab to put up wid a field-nigger."
"Yes," said Sam, "dat's a werry unsensible remark ob yourn, Miss
Sally. I admires your judgment werry much, I 'sures you. Dar's
plenty ob susceptible an' well-dressed house-serbants dat a gal ob
her looks can git widout takin' up wid dem common darkies."
The evening's entertainment concluded by Sam relating a little of
his own experience while with his first master, in old Kentucky.
This master was a doctor, and. had a large practice among his
neighbors, doctoring both masters and slaves. When Sam was about
fifteen years old, his master set him to grinding up ointment and
making pills. As the young student grew older and became more
practised in his profession, his services were of more importance
to the doctor.
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