“If some of you niggers don’t shew them turkeys, I’ll have you all whipped as soon as your mass John comes home,” exclaimed the old lady, now quite excited. The man with the axe, without moving towards them at all, picked up a billet of wood, and threw it at the biggest cock-turkey, who immediately collapsed; and the whole flock scattered, chased by the two girls who had been on the log-heap.
“An’t dat Colonel Gillin’s mare, master?” asked the black man, coming up on my left.
“You want to go to Thomas W.’s?” asked the old lady.
“Yes, madam.”
“It’s a good many years since I have been to Thomas W.’s, and I reckon I can’t tell you how to go there now.”
“If master’ll go over to Missy Abler’s, I reckon dey ken tell ’em dah, sar.”
“And how shall I go to Mrs. Abler’s?”
“You want to go to Missy Abler’s; you take dat path right over ’yond dem bars, dar, by de hog-pen, dat runs along by dat fence into de woods, and dat’ll take you right straight dar.”
“Is you come from Colonel Gillin’s, massa?” asked the wash-woman.
“Yes.”