"Yes."
"Wall, I war roamin' by there one day, and found two nigger men and a woman livin' there. They had this baby with them, and I questioned them as to where they war gwine, but one nigger, who had a scar slaunch-ways across his face," here the narrator made an imaginary mark diagonally across his left cheek to indicate what he meant by "slaunch-ways," "said they war gwine to live thar. I asked 'em whar they got the baby, and they said its people war dead, and they war to take it to some of its relations. I left 'em soon, for I couldn't git much out o' them, but I detarmined to keep an eye on 'em. The next time I came by that way they were gone, bag and baggage."
"The free nigger's cabin is at least twenty miles from here," said Mr. Tompkins. "It is strange why they should bring the baby all that way here and leave it."
"It do look strange, but I guess they war runaway niggers what had stole the child out of spite, and when they got heah give out an' left it. I kinder think these niggers war from the South."
"Have you ever seen or heard of them since?" asked Mr. Tompkins.
"Neither har nor hide."
At this moment a stranger to Uncle Dan came sauntering up the lawn, and, stepping on the porch, addressed them with:
"Can you tell me where my brothers feed their flocks?"
"He's crazy," whispered Abner to the hunter. "He's crazy, and mamma says pretend as if he was talking sense."