She was highly
indignant with the children for laughing at her, and said:
"I dunno wat yer kill'n yerse'f laffin' 'bout, got me er settin' on
dis hyear beas'; I ain't gwine wid yer no mo'."
Major Waldron was sitting on the veranda as the cavalcade came up, and
was surprised to see his little daughters with Mr. Smith, and still
more so to learn that they had walked all the way to his house on a
mission of mercy; but being a kind man, and not wishing to check the
germs of love and sympathy in their young hearts, he forbore to scold
them, and went with them and Mr. Smith to the gin-house for the
runaway.
On reaching the pick-room, the children went in alone, and told Uncle
Pomp that his master had come for him, and had promised not to punish
him; but still the old man was afraid to go out, and stood there in
alarm till Mr. Smith called:
"Come out, Pomp! I'll keep my promise to the little ones; you shall
not be punished in any way. Come out, and let's go home."
And Uncle Pomp emerged from his hiding-place, presenting a very
ludicrous spectacle, with his unwashed face and uncombed hair, and the
dirty cotton sticking to his clothes.
"Ef'n yer'll furgib de ole nigger dis time, marster, he ain't neber
gwine run erway no mo' an', mo'n dat, he gwine ter make speshul
'spress 'rangemunce fur ter git up sooner in de mornin'; he is dat,
jes sho's yer born!" said the old negro, as he came before his master.
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