I has to have a little change sometimes, for Miss Janet knows my wife keeps me mighty straight at home.
She 'lows me no privileges, and if I didn't go off sometimes for a little fun, I shouldn't have no health, nor sperrets nother." "You wouldn't have any sperrits, that's certain," said Alice, laughing; "I should like to see a bottle of whisky in Aunt Phillis's cabin." Bacchus laughed outright, infinitely overcome at the suggestion.

"My blessed grief! Miss Alice," said he, "she'd make me eat de bottle, chaw up all de glass, swaller it arter dat.

I aint ever tried dat yet--best not to, I reckon.

No, master, I intends to keep sober from this time forrurd, till young master comes back; _den_ I shall git high, spite of Phillis, and 'scuse me, sir, spite of de devil hisself.

When is he comin, any how, sir ?" "Next year, I hope, Bacchus," said Mr.Weston.
"Long time, sir," said Bacchus; "like as not he'll never see old Aunt Peggy agin.