Me fine befo' de
gate dis mornin' one pudden', de mud an' oil an' horsehair, but me no
touch he. Me ask all de sissys me know, what comes, but he no 'peak. He
run out he tongue, and once he smack me ear. Oh, Mistress, take us back
to Sinkitts."
"But do you _know_ nothing?"
They shook their heads, but stared at her hopefully, for they believed
implicitly in her power to adjust all things.
"And my other slaves? Do you think they are faithful to me?"
"All in de town all de time. Me ask ebbery he tell me what comes, and he
say 'nothin,' but I no believe he."
"And has the Governor taken no notice?"
"De Gobbenor lord and all de noble Buckras go yis'day to Sinkitts. Take
de militia for one gran' parade in Bassetarr. Is de birfday to-morrow de
Gobbenor lord de Sinkitts. Up in de Great Houses no hear nothin', an'
all quiet on 'states till yes'day. Now comin' to town an' look so bad,
so bad!"
"Very well, then, the Governor and the militia must come back. Rebecca,
you are the most sensible as well as the weakest in the arms. You will
stay here to-night, and you will not falter for a moment.
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