"Dat is my name dat sho' is! Jes' Joab.

An' I is strong as en ox,--don' know 'bout de snaik.

Marster, is you gwine tek me 'way from Richmond ?" "Albemarle," said the tobacco-roller briefly.

"To-morrow morning." Joab studied the vine above the porch.

"Kin I go tell my ole mammy good-bye?
She's washin' yonder in de creek." Rand nodded, and the negro swung off to where, upon the grassy common sloping to Shockoe Creek, dark washer-women were spreading clothes.