Well, they've got to go to their account, any how." Bacchus finally retired, but it was with difficulty he composed himself to sleep.

He was still mentally discussing that great subject, Abolition, which, like a mighty tempest, was shaking the whole country.

All at once it occurred to him "that it wouldn't do no good to worry about it," so he settled himself to sleep.

A bright idea crossed his mind as he closed his eyes upon the embers that were fading on the hearth in his master's room; in another moment he was reposing, in utter oblivion of all things, whether concerning his own affairs or those of the world in general.
The next morning, just as Mr.Weston had finished his paper, Bacchus came in with a pair of boots, shining astonishingly.

"I believe," said Mr.
Weston, "I won't put them on yet, our ladies have not come down to breakfast, and its hardly time, for it is but half-past nine o'clock; I think it must have been morning when they came home." "Yes sir," said Bacchus; "they aint awake yet, Aunt Marthy tells me." "Well, let them sleep.