"Now, dar, Tom's down--wal, course der's room for some nigger to be up--and why not dis nigger ?--dat's de idee.

Tom, a ridin' round de country--boots blacked--pass in his pocket--all grand as Cuffee--but who he?
Now, why shouldn't Sam ?--dat's what I want to know." "Halloo, Sam--O Sam! Mas'r wants you to cotch Bill and Jerry," said Andy, cutting short Sam's soliloquy.
"High! what's afoot now, young un ?" "Why, you don't know, I s'pose, that Lizy's cut stick, and clared out, with her young un ?" "You teach your granny!" said Sam, with infinite contempt; "knowed it a heap sight sooner than you did; this nigger an't so green, now!" "Well, anyhow, Mas'r wants Bill and Jerry geared right up; and you and I 's to go with Mas'r Haley, to look arter her." "Good, now! dat's de time o' day!" said Sam.

"It's Sam dat's called for in dese yer times.

He's de nigger.

See if I don't cotch her, now; Mas'r'll see what Sam can do!" "Ah! but, Sam," said Andy, "you'd better think twice; for Missis don't want her cotched, and she'll be in yer wool." "High!" said Sam, opening his eyes.