You was mighty fat, I tell you--I used to think my back would bust, sometimes, but I'm pretty strong yet.

'Pears like I could toat you now, if I was to try." "Not to-night, thank you, Bacchus.

Though if any thing should occur to make it necessary, I will call you," said Mr.Weston.
Bacchus slept in a kind of closet bedroom off his master's, and he went in accordingly, but after a few moments returned, finding Mr.Weston in bed.
"Will you have any thing, sir ?" "Nothing, to-night." "Well, master, I was thinkin to say one thing more, and 'tis, if dese Abolitioners, dat has so much larnin, if they only had some of the Bible larnin my wife has, how much good 'twould do 'em.

My wife says, 'God put her here a slave, and she's a gwine to wait for Him to set her free; if he aint ready to do so till he calls her to Heaven, she's willin to wait.' Lord, sir, my wife, she sets at de feet of Jesus, and larns her Bible.

I reckon de Abolitioners aint willin to do that; they don't want to get so low down; 'pears as if they aint willin to go about doin good like Jesus did, but they must be puttin up poor slaves to sin and sorrow.