These he would begin to sell on the morrow.
At this point, breakfast being done, the cloth brushed, and a light brought for my pipe, Clem came from the kitchen with a new pine board, upon which he had painted a sign with shoe polish.
"Yes, seh, Mahstah Majah,--Ah beg yo' t' see if hit's raght!" and he held it up to me.

It read:-- Mellins on Sale Mush & Water Ask Mr.Tuckerman at his House.
I gave the thing a critical survey under his grave regard, then applauded the workmanship and hoped him a prosperous season with the melons.
Then I beguiled him to talk of his land and his "folks," delighting in his low, soft speech, wherein the vowels languished and the r's fainted from sheer inertia.
"But, Clem, you are a free man now.

Those people can't claim your services any longer." I knew what he would say, but for the sake of hearing it once more, I had braved his quick look of commiseration for my shallowness of understanding.
"Yes, seh, Mahstah Majah, Ah knows 'bout that theah 'mancipation Procalmashum.

But Ah was a ve'y diffunt matteh.

Yo'-all see Ah was made oveh t' Miss Cahline pussenly by Ole Mahstah.