“Must squeeze this darkey; every tap
Of knowledge we are bound to start”
“Garry,” she said, “tell all you can
Of Colonel Mosby—that brave man.”
“Dun know much, sare; and missis here
Know less dan me. But dis I know—”
“Well, what?” “I dun know what I know”
“A knowing answer!” The hump-back coughed,
Rubbing his yellowish wool like tow.
“Come—Mosby—tell!” “O dun look so!