“How did I get here?” he asked.
“Captain Washington heself left you here, massa, after de great battle. De surgeon staid to dress your arm, and den follow arter de troops, who had lick de red-coats, dey say, all to pieces.”
“Yes! I know—then the army has pursued its march to the Catawba.”
“It hab, massa; and you be to stay here till you well.”
“But where am I?”
The old negro woman smiled till she showed all her teeth.
“You no know, massa?”
“I do not.”
“You forgit me, Massa Albert—me, Missus Ellen’s maman?”
“Good God!” cried our hero, scarcely believing his senses, and scrutinizing her features, “can it be? You are indeed she. And this is Mr. Thorndike’s house.”