An' arfter while orders come to de cav'lry gent'men fer to light out fr'm dar in a hurry.
An' whilst dey was gettin' ready, seh, an' me an' de Cun'l was waitin' roun' fer to proteck de property, de fire bus' right out de winders! "Dat's right, Mars' Gen'l," Uncle Billy hurried to state, as the General's eyebrows went up in surprise.

"Dat's right.

Den de front do' flewed open, an' here come dat po' white trash rapscallion--wid de pine knot in his han'.

Yas, _seh_.

He--" "One moment!" snapped the General.