When at the farm, Huckelby, the overseer, kept his eye on Clotelle if within sight of her, for he knew she was a slave, and no doubt hoped that she might some day fall into his hands.

But she shrank from his looks as she would have done from the charm of the rattlesnake.
The negro-driver always tried to insinuate himself into the good opinion of Georgiana and the company that she brought.

Knowing that Miss Wilson at heart hated slavery, he was ever trying to show that the slaves under his charge were happy and contented.

One day, when Georgiana and some of her Connecticut friends were there, the overseer called all the slaves up to the "great house," and set some of the young ones to dancing.
After awhile whiskey was brought in and a dram given to each slave, in return for which they were expected to give a toast, or sing a short piece of his own composition; when it came to Jack's turn he said,-- "The big bee flies high, the little bee makes the honey: the black folks make the cotton, and the white folks gets the money." Of course, the overseer was not at all elated with the sentiment contained in Jack's toast.

Mr.Wilson had lately purchased a young man to assist about the house and to act as coachman.