202 A BUSINESS DAY AT CHEE-HA. 



"That's her fault; why did she not give me 

 notice?" 



" Eh ! eh ! maussa too komkil ! How now 'bout 

 wood? cause Hacklus back so stiff, him no sarbis 

 to ine can't stoop for pick up stick, for warm de 

 hous ; so please let Uncle Jupter help, or de little 

 niggers will ketch a perish !" 



"That you might sleep all day!" 



"Ki, ole maussa! When young Mass Pincher 

 cummin een place ? I yerre ee ride hoss fur kill ! 

 ole maussa !" 



" 3sTot a word more ?" cried I, flinging myself 

 into the saddle with rather more effort than was 

 needful ; and twisting round my gun between 

 my finger and thumb, as if it was as light as 

 a riding- whip. " ' Old Maussa /' you shall not 

 say that. No," said I, as some unpleasant memo- 

 ries flashed across my mind ; " not for two years 

 to come !" 



" Tink of dat now !" said the disappointed nurse, 

 as she hobbled back to her bed, to sleep out the 

 remnant of her nap ; " he hair 'gin to turn grey, 

 and he bex caus I call urn ole !" 



" Well, Loveleap," said I as he now advanced, 

 followed by drivers and hounds, " I am at your ser- 

 vice. Have my three hours expired?" 



" Only two," said Loveleap ; "but knowing your 



