So, having no cause to
spend his money, he had laid it up until now he was a miser, and would
steal out by himself at night and count his gold and silver, and
chuckle over it with great delight.
But he was a very good old man; as Mammy used to say, "he wuz de
piuses man dar wuz on de place;" and he had for years led in "de
pra'r-meetin's, and called up de mo'ners."
One evening, as he sat on a hog-pen talking to Uncle Daniel, who was a
preacher, they began to speak of the wickedness among the young
negroes on the plantation.
"Pyears ter me," said Uncle Rob, "ez ef dem niggers done furgot dey
got ter die; dey jes er dancin' an' er cavortin' ev'y night, an'
dey'll git lef', mun, wheneber dat angel blow his horn. I tell you
what I ben er stud'n, Brer Dan'l. I ben er stud'n dat what's de matter
wid deze niggers is, dat de chil'en ain't riz right. Yer know de Book
hit sez ef yer raise de chil'en, like yer want 'em ter go, den de ole
uns dey won't part fum hit; an', sar, ef de Lord spars me tell nex'
Sunday, I 'low ter ax marster ter lemme teach er Sunday-school in de
gin-house fur de chil'en."
Major Waldron heartily consented to Uncle Bob's proposition, and had
the gin-house all swept out for him, and had the carpenter to make him
some rough benches.
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