In the middle of the following summer Ringling Brothers came along with their show. Dickson sent Uncle Jim money for his railroad fare and bade him be in Vicksburg at daylight of a certain morning. He met Uncle Jim at the train.
That day was probably the most crowded day and the most eventful in Uncle Jim’s entire life. His patron took him up into the yards to see the circus unload from the cars, and took him thence to the show lot to watch the raising of the tents. Under escort of Dickson the old negro viewed the street parade, the afternoon performance and the side-show and heard the concert. He saw it all—menagerie, hippodrome, freaks and the rest of it. His widely popped eyes and the look on his face testified to his enthrallment at beholding these wonders, but not a word either of commendation or admiration fell from his lips. Harris was rather disappointed. He had expected a constant flow of “copy.”
Still maintaining his silence, Uncle Jim trailed Dickson to his home when the day was ended. He had dinner in the kitchen with the servants and a little later was to be taken to the train which would carry him back to his home in Sunflower County. Toward dark Dickson went to the back of the house to bid his guest farewell.
Uncle Jim, with his shoes off, sat on the lowermost step of the porch easing his tired feet.
“Uncle Jim,” said Dickson, “I’m afraid you haven’t enjoyed your trip very much.”
“W’y, Mist’ Dickson,” said Uncle Jim, “whut meks you think dat? I ain’t never gwine furgit whut I seen to-day ez long ez I lives, an’ I’s always gwine be grateful to you, suh.”
“But you haven’t said anything about the circus. What made you so dumb?”
“Well, suh, my eyes beheld so much dat it seem lak my tongue forgot to wag.”
“Oh, that was it? Well, of all the things you’ve seen to-day what impressed you most?”
“All of it ’pressed me—frum de start to de finish.”