“Go fo’ da great house.”
“Great house! of what great house are you speaking?”
“Moun’ Welc’m’, sa—Massr Va’n. You fo’ Massr Va’n, sa?”
“What!” exclaimed Herbert, in surprise, at the same time scanning the darkey from head to foot; “how do you know that, my boy?”
“Quashie know dat well ’nuf. Cappen ob da big ship, obaseeah say so. Obaseeah point out young buckra from de waff—he send Quashie fetch young buckra to Moun’ Welc’m’. Ready go now, sa?”
“You are from Mount Welcome, then?”
“Ya, sa—me hoss-boy da, an’ pose-boy—fetch pony for young Englis’ buckra. Obaseeah he bring b’rouche for grand Englis’ buckra. Baggage dey go in de ox-waggon.”
“Where is your pony?”
“Up yonna, sa; on de waff, sa. Ready go, sa?”
“All right,” said Herbert, now comprehending the situation of affairs. “Shoulder that portmanteau, and toss it into the waggon. Which road am I to take?”