I spected dar was sumfin' crooked when Miss Annie didn't tole me who she was.

Ise not 'feared to tell ole miss, an' you jes' carry me up dar, Uncle Isham." "I'll do dat," said the old man, much delighted with the idea of doing something which he supposed would remove the clouds which overhung the household of his mistress.

"I'll fotch de hoss an' de spring waggin an' dribe you ober dar." "No, you don' do no sech thing!" exclaimed Aunt Patsy, angrily.

"I ain't gwine to hab no hosses to run away, an' chuck me out on de road.

Ef you kin fotch de oxen an' de cart, I go 'long wid you, but I don' want no hosses." "Dat's fus' rate," said Isham.