The girls both brought bokays with ’em, and Babe, the darlin’, brought a bunch of English violets to send to Adrian, knowin’ that he jest worshipped that posy—and it’s one of my favorites, too. Wall, the last words wuz said to us, Al Faizi had made his last low bow to the children, and said the last polite, melodious adieu, and we embarked on to the cars.
But I looked back, and I see Tirzah Ann a-wrestlin’ with her polynay, that had got ketched into her parasol, and Whitfield a-helpin’ her to ondo herself.
And I see Maggie’s sweet, upward look to the car winder, and met the clear, affectionate, comprehendin’ look of my boy, Thomas Jefferson.
It is curous how well acquainted our sperits be with each other, hisen and mine, and always has been, from the time when he sot on my lap as a child. Our souls are clost friends, and would be if he wuzn’t no kin to me.
He is a young man of a thousand, and he understands my mind without my speakin’, and I do hisen.
But to resoom. It had been arranged that we should proceed directly to a hotel that wuz nigh to the Atlantic, and Martin should call for us there, his own residence bein’ in a opposite direction.
We did so, and after a good meal—and we all did jestice to it, bein’ hungry—a big carriage driv up, and Martin alighted from it and come in.
Anon we embarked in it, and after a seen of almost indescribable tumult, owin’ to the screamin’ of drivers, the conflict of passin’ wagons and carriages and dray carts, etc., etc., etc., etc.
And after numerous givin’s up on my part that now indeed wuz the time I wuz to “likewise perish,” we found ourselves on the big steamer’s deck that wuz to bear us away from our own native land.
Lots of folks wuz there a-takin’ leave of friends. Some wuz weepin’, some wuz laughin’, some wuz talkin’, and that las’ some wuz multiplied by hundreds and thousands, seemin’ly.