"
"Dem little niggers'll hatter stay at home," said Mammy, sharply,
eyeing the little darkies, "or else they'll hatter walk, caze Daddy's
got ter come in dis wagin. Now, you git out, you little niggers."
At this, Dilsey and Chris and Riar began to unpack themselves, crying
bitterly the while, because they were afraid to walk by themselves,
and they knew they couldn't walk fast enough to keep up with the
wagon; but here Diddie came to the rescue, and persuaded Uncle Bob to
go to the stable and saddle Corbin, and all three of the little
negroes mounted him, and rode on behind the wagon, while Daddy Jim was
comfortably fixed in the space they had occupied; and now they were
fairly off.
"Mammy, what does folks have Fourf of Julys for?" asked Dumps, after a
little while.
"I dunno, honey," answered Mammy; "I hyear 'em say hit wuz 'long o'
some fightin' or nuther wat de white folks fit one time; but whedder
dat wuz de time wat Brer David fit Goliar or not, I dunno; I ain't
hyeard 'em say 'bout dat: it mout er ben dat time, an' den ergin it
mout er ben de time wat Brer Samson kilt up de folks wid de jawbone. I
ain't right sho wat time hit wuz; but den I knows hit wuz some
fightin' or nuther."
"It was the 'Declination of Independence'," said Diddie.
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