"
But Old Billy, not caring a fig for Mammy's dignity or importance,
planted his head in her breast, and over the old lady went backwards.
At this the children, who loved Mammy dearly, set up a yell, and
Mammy, still waving the cotton-stalk, attempted to rise, but Billy was
ready for her, and, with a well-aimed blow, sent her back to the
earth.
"Now yer stop dat," said Mammy. "I don't want ter fool wid yer; I lay
I'll bus' yer head open mun, ef I git er good lick at yer; yer better
gwuf fum yer!" But Billy, being master of the situation, stood his
ground, and I dare say Mammy would have been lying there yet, but
fortunately Uncle Sambo and Bill, the wagoners, came along the big
road, and, hearing the children's cries, they came upon the scene of
action, and, taking their whips to Old Billy, soon drove him away.
"Mammy, we won't never run away any more," said Diddie, as Mammy came
up; "'twas Dumps's fault, anyhow."
"Nem min', yer ma's gwine whup yer," said Mammy; "yer'd no business at
dis gin-house long o' dat sheep, an' I won'er what you kinky-head
niggers is fur, ef yer can't keep de chil'en in de yard: come yer ter
me!" And, picking up a cotton-stalk, she gave each of the little
darkies a sound whipping.
The children were more fortunate.
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