"What a lot of terrapin and what immense ones, Uncle Tom! How much do you get for them, and where do you sell them?"
"Yas, suh; dey is 'mense 'case dey's fresh water tarepin; salt water ones is littler. I gits ober en above a couple er ninepences apiece fer 'em, en I sells 'em up in Richmon' ter Mr. Montero, de gambler gemman. You mus' 'scuse me, Marsa, fer answerin' you in retail."
"Why, Uncle Tom, you could get over a dollar apiece for these terrapin in New York," General Ingalls replied.
Uncle Tom pointed to a bucket of water and looking at the General said:
"Yas, suh, Marsa; I spec' dat's so. En, suh, ef I had dat pail er water in hell I could git a million er dollars fer it."
The visitors were also amused by the division of the plantation property, as explained by the servants.
"Whose horse is that?" asked General Tom Pitcher of one of the boys "mindin' de cows."
"Dat hawss? W'y, Marsa, hawsses allers b'longs ter de men-folks, so cou'se dat hawss b'longs ter Marse George."
"And whose cows are those?"