Well, we rid inter town en we got de gol' f'om Marse Braxton,--all tied up
in a bag wid a string roun' de neck er it,--en we start out agin (en Ole
Miss she settin' up at home en plannin' w'at she gwine buy), w'en we come
ter de tave'n whar we all use ter git our supper, en meet Marse Plaintain
Dudley right face to face. Lawd! Lawd! I'se done knowed Marse Plaintain
Dudley afo' den, so I des tech up my hosses en wuz a-sailin' 'long by, w'en
he shake his han' en holler out, 'Is yer wife done tied you ter 'er ap'on,
Maje?' (He knowed Ole Miss don' w'ar no ap'on des es well es I knowed
hit--dat's Marse Plaintain all over agin); but w'en he holler out dat, Ole
Marster sez, 'Stop, Abel,' en I 'bleeged ter stop, you know, I wuz w'en Ole
Marster tell me ter.
"'I ain' tied, Plaintain, I'm tired,' sez Ole Marster, 'I'm tired losin'
money.' Den Marse Plaintain he laugh like a devil. 'Oh, come in, suh, come
in en win, den,' he sez, en Ole Marster step out en walk right in wid Marse
Plaintain behint 'im--en I set dar all night,--yes, suh, I set dar all
night a-hol'n' de hosses' haids.
"Den w'en de sun up out come Ole Marster, white es a sheet, with his han's
a-trem'lin', en de bag er gol' gone. I look at 'im fur a minute, en den I
let right out, 'Ole Marster, whar de gol'?' en he stan' still en ketch his
breff befo' he say, 'Hit's all gone, Abel, en de car'ige en de hosses dey's
gone, too." En w'en I bust out cryin' en ax 'im, 'My hosses gone, Ole
Marster?' he kinder sob en beckon me fer ter git down f'om my box, en den
we put out ter walk all de way home.
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