"Dar now!" said Mammy; "de folks done gone an' lef' Ole Daddy, an' we
got ter stuff 'im in hyear somewhar."
"They ain't no room in hyear," said Dumps, tightening her gasp on
Cherubim, for she strongly suspected that Mammy would insist on
leaving the puppies to make room for Daddy.
"Well, he ain't got ter be lef'," said Mammy; "I wuz allers larnt ter
'spect ole folks myse'f, an' ef'n dis wagin goes, why den Daddy Jake's
got ter go in it;" and, Major and Mrs. Waldron having gone, Mammy was
the next highest in command, and from her decision there was no
appeal.
"How come yer ter git lef', Daddy," asked Uncle Snake-bit Bob, as the
old man came up hobbling on his stick.
"Well, yer see, chile, I wuz er lightin' uv my pipe, an' er fixin' uv
er new stim in it, an' I nuber notus wen de wagins went off. Yer see
I'm er gittin' er little deef in deze ole yurs of mine: dey ben er
fasten't on ter dis ole nigger's head er long time, uperds uv er
hundred years or mo'; an' de time hez ben wen dey could hyear de
leaves fall uv er nights; but dey gittin' out'n fix somehow; dey ain't
wuckin' like dey oughter; an' dey jus sot up dar, an' let de wagins
drive off, an' leave de ole nigger er lightin' uv his pipe; an' wen I
got thu, an' went ter de do', den I hyeard er mighty stillness in de
quarters, an' bless yer heart, de folks wuz gone; an' I lookt up dis
way, an' I seed de wagin hyear, an' I 'lowed yer'd all gimme er lif'
some way.
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