I'll only trouble you to bring me up a glass of fresh water, and then I shall have done with you for the night." "Better let me make you up a little fire, the nights is werry cool," continued Ben.

"I know you must feel 'em; I does myself; I'm from the South, too." "Are you ?" replied Mr.Winston, with some interest; "from what part!" "From Tuckahoe county, Virginia; nice place dat." "Never having been there I can't say," rejoined Mr.Winston, smiling; "and how do you like the North?
I suppose you are a runaway," continued he.
"Oh, no sir! no sir!" replied Ben, "I was sot free--and I often wish," he added in a whining tone, "dat I was back agin on the old place--hain't got no kind marster to look after me here, and I has to work drefful hard sometimes.

Ah," he concluded, drawing a long sigh, "if I was only back on de old place!" "I heartily wish you were!" said Mr.Winston, indignantly, "and wish moreover that you were to be tied up and whipped once a day for the rest of your life.

Any man that prefers slavery to freedom deserves to be a slave--you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Go out of the room, sir, as quick as possible!" "Phew!" said the astonished and chagrined Ben, as he descended the stairs; "that was certainly a great miss," continued he, talking as correct English, and with as pure Northern an accent as any one could boast.
"We have made a great mistake this time; a very queer kind of Southerner that is.