Cato. Why don’t you bring in massa’s saddle-bags? What de debil you standin’ dar for? You common country niggers don’t know nuffin’, no how. Go an’ get massa’s saddle-bags, and bring ’em in.
[Exit Servant, R.
By golly! ebry body’s gone, an’ de bar-keeper too. I’ll tend de bar myself now; an’ de fuss gemman I waits on will be dis gemman of color. [Goes behind the counter, and drinks.] Ah, dis is de stuff fer me; it makes my head swim; it makes me happy right off. I’ll take a little more.
Enter Barkeeper, L.
Barkeeper. What are you doing behind that bar, you black cuss?
Cato. I is lookin’ for massa’s saddle-bags, sir. Is dey here?
Barkeeper. But what were you drinking there?
Cato. Me drinkin’! Why, massa, you muss be mistaken. I ain’t drink nuffin’.
Barkeeper. You infernal whelp, to stand there and lie in that way!
Cato. Oh, yes, seer, I did tase dat coffee in dat bottle; dat’s all I did.