But anyway, she passed away the very next day, and wuz buried right at the feet of her beloved “Miss Alice.”
Col. Seybert wuz away on one of his annual wild-cat excursions, so her wishes wuz carried out. And she had her old friend nigh her through the long sleep, jest as she always had had her durin’ her fitful sleep for years. But they both slept well now, and wuzn’t no more to be disturbed by drunken abuse nor mournful forebodings. No, they slept sound and sweet.
Victor mourned deep, deep for ’em both—it would be hard to tell which he mourned for most.
But after the first shock of his heart-felt grief had passed away, he felt that the last ties had been broke now that bound him to this land.
He felt that God had showed him more plain by this dispensation what He wanted him to do.
And as everything wuz ripe for the exodus, and he felt that he could not remain an hour under Col. Seybert’s roof, now that the necessity for his remainin’ had been removed, everything pointed to an immediate departure for Africa.
The party who wuz to go with him wuz all ready, eager, resolute, prepared, only waitin’ for the word of their leader.
And he wuz ready to go. But first he must be married to the light of his eyes, the desire of his heart. And under the circumstances of the case we could not counsel any great delay.
And though, as I said, Victor wuz a mourner, and a deep mourner for his mother and sister mistress, still it wuz mebby partly for that reason that he wuz so happy in the thought of havin’ a sweet wife and a sweet home of his own.
And it wuz a pretty sight to witness the love of Victor and Genieve. And though we all hated to lose her, we wuz happy in the thought of her happiness and her approachin’ marriage.