feel mighty good, suh, when you done got yo' fill er vittles—I wuz settin' dar, I wuz, kinder huv'rin' 'twix' sleep en slumber, when I hear my young marster talkin'. I open my eyes,' en dar wuz him en Mr. Barksdale comin' down fum de house. Dey stop not so mighty fur fum whar I wuz, en talk mighty sollum. Bimeby Mr. Barksdale beckon to me. He 'low—
"'Come' yer, boy. You wuz de onliest one what hear what I say ter yo' young marster las' night, en I want you ter hear what I say now, en dat 's dis: I 'm ready ter git on my knees, en 'polergize on account er de insults what passed.'
"I say: 'Yasser, I know'd sump'n n'er had ter be done 'bout dat, kaze my white folks ain't got no stomach fer dat kind er talk, let it come fum who it shill en whence it mought.'
"He look at me right hard, en den he laugh, en 'low: 'Shake han's wid me. Nigger ez you is, you er better dan one half de white folks dat I'm 'quainted wid'.'
"Well, suh, you wuz 'roun' here when my young marster come back wid my young mistiss? Dat wuz de upshot un it. We
