It was opened at length, though slowly, and with some degree of caution; and then a round black face was presented to our view. It was the face of Pluto.
Story 2, Chapter XV.
Pluto.
The expression depicted on the countenance of the negro, told us at once that we were not expected. His lips stood apart, his eyes rolled in their sockets, till only the whites were visible, and he stood with both hands raised aloft in an attitude of astonishment!
“Why—wy—wy, mass’r Looey! war de dibbil hab you come from?”
“Why, Pluto, where should I have come from, but from home?—from New Orleans?”
“Aw! massr! don’t joke dis ole nigga. You know you hadn’t time to get down dar; you’d scarce time to get to the mouf ob de ’Hio.”
“The mouth of the Ohio?”