“Yes, from Massachusetts,” said the stranger.
“Wy, Massa, dat am de home ob de great Dan’l Webster.”
“Yes; I know him very well.”
“Yes, Massa, an’ doan dis chile knows dat great man to?”
“How is that?”
“Wy, Massa, doan I stan’ ’hind his chaah all dese winters wen him comes to Congress?”
“Ah, I see. But wouldn’t you like to go north and be free?”
“Lor’ Massa, dat was wat Mary and I talks ’bout dis blessed day.”
“Who is Mary?”
“Mary am my wife, sah, and James am my little boy. Da’longs to anuder man.”