200 A BUSINESS DAY AT CHEE-IIA. 



" Ees, sir ; but Anty Phillis cut me long tail blue 

 so long, ee only lef wunleg to me britches." 



" Can't help it." 



" EJ, maussa ! me guine stan een ban-yard wid- 

 out no britches !" 



"Maussa !" said a strapping young jade, advanc- 

 ing with a shoe in her hand, " me shoo no fit." 



" Can't help that ; take it to the overseer." 



" Enty I carry um ready, an' I say obshaa, maussa 

 no low dis ; an he cuss at you !" 



"Curse?" 



" Ees, maussa, obshaa, him say, cause me gon cut 

 me medjure haf inch too short : him no care a 

 dam ! Enty dat de cuss ?" 



" Maussa ! maussa !" said several voices at once, 

 offering, to my unwilling ear, petitions equally 

 important and edifying with the foregoing ; but 

 at that moment a shrill whistle, rather than a blast 

 from the horn of Loveleap (this was his private 

 signal), warned me of his approach, and I hastily 

 dismissed this high court of appeals, with the 

 remark : " Another time ; when you have found 

 out your grievances, I will find time to attend to 

 them. I must now go to visit the sick ;" and off I 

 galloped for the negro quarters. Their houses were 

 arranged in a double row ; and in the midst sat a 

 grey haired mauma, surrounded by a troop of little 



