But Herbert, there is a man." At this moment, the negro Mike was seen at a little distance, hurrying along with a tin pitcher in his hand.

Herbert advanced, and called to him, and Mike, with his pitcher, approached.
"The boss," he said, in response to their inquiries, "is down in the big meadow, helpin' me get in the hay.

We tried to git extry help, but everybody's busy this time o' year, an' he an' me has got to step along pretty sharp to git that hay in before it rains.

No, Miss, I dunno where the young lady is.

She was down in the hay-field this mornin', rakin', but I 'spects she is doin' some sort of housework jes' now, or perhaps she's in the garden.