"Are the folks at home, Blackee ?" "No, sar; nobody but de women folks, sar.

Who's you, sar ?" "It don't make much difference who I am.

Where's your master ?" "Gone to Richmond, sar.

He's member ob Congress." "Then he's in poor business, Blackee," said Tom, as he took out his handkerchief, and proceeded to transfer the remnants of his supper to its capacious folds.
"Better luff dem tings alone, sar." But Tom refused to "luff dem alone," and when he had placed them on the handkerchief, he made a bundle of them.
"Golly, sar! I'll tell my missus what's gwine on down here," added the servant, as he moved towards the door.
"See here, Blackee," interposed Tom, pointing his pistol at the negro; "if you move, I'll put one of these balls through your skull." "De Lud sabe us, massa! Don't shoot dis nigger, massa." "Hold your tongue then, and mind what I say." "Yes, massa," whined the darkey, in the most abject tones.
"Now come with me, Blackee, and if you open your mouth, one of these pills shall go down your throat." Tom flourished his pistol before the negro, and led the way to the window by which he had entered the house.

Passing out upon the veranda, he cautiously conducted the terrified servant to the road; and when they had gone a short distance, he halted.
"Now, Blackee, what town is this ?" demanded Tom.
"Leeds Manor, sar," replied the trembling negro.
"How far is it to the Shenandoah River ?" "Only two or tree miles, massa.