You remember you were picked up and brought home in a cart from campmeeting this summer, and I am surprised that you should so soon ask a favor of me." "I feels mighty shamed o' that, sir," said Bacchus, "but I hope you will 'scuse it.

Niggers aint like white people, no how; they can't 'sist temptation.

I've repented wid tears for dat business, and 'twont happen agin, if it please the Lord not to lead me into temptation." "You led yourself into temptation," said Mr.Weston; "you took pains to cross two or three fences, and to go round by Norris's tavern, when, if you had chosen, you could have come home by the other road." "True as gospel, ma'am," said Bacchus, "I don't deny de furst word of it; the Lord forgive me for backsliding; but master's mighty good to us, and if he'll overlook that little misfortune of mine, it shan't happen agin." "You call it a misfortune, do you, Bacchus ?" said Mr.Barbour; "why, it seems to me such a great Christian as you are, would have given the right name to it, and called it a sin.

I am told you are turned preacher ?" "No, sir," said Bacchus, "I aint no preacher, I warn't called to be; I leads in prayer sometimes, and in general I rises de tunes." "Well, I suppose I can't refuse you," said Mr.Weston; "but come home sober, or ask no more permissions." "God bless you, master; don't be afeard: you'll see you can trust me.

I aint gwine to disgrace our family no more.