"Oh, my, he done cut Sneezer's pigeon wing!" cried one of the darkies presently.
"What's dat? Cut Sneezer's pigeon wing?" cried Mammy June, sitting up to watch Russ more closely.
"Dat's jest what he's doin'."
Russ continued to dance, and did his best to imitate the colored boy at Aunt Jo's house. He was hard at it when Mammy June, with her eyes almost popping out of her head, cried:
"For de lan's sake, boy, come here! I want to ask you sumpin."
Russ was in the midst of cutting the pigeon wing again, and this time he was fortunate enough to imitate Sam in almost every particular. Then he stopped and walked over to the old colored woman's side.
"How come you try to do it that way, Russ Bunker?" asked Mammy June as Russ approached the phaeton. "I ain't never seen you do that before. Who showed you?"
"Sam. The boy in Boston. He said he was called after his Uncle Sam. He came from down South here, you know, Mammy."
"Was he a cullud boy?" demanded the old woman earnestly.
"Of course he was. Or he couldn't dance this way," and Russ tried to cut the pigeon wing again.