I have breakfasted, and I will sit here and enjoy this good fire, until they come." Bacchus lingered, and looked as if he could not enjoy any thing that morning.
"Any thing the matter, Bacchus ?" said Mr.Weston.
"Well," said Bacchus, "nothin more I 'spose than what I had a right to expect of 'em.

Simon's got to go.

I done all I could for him, but it aint nothin, after all." "What could you do ?" said Mr.Weston.
"Well, master, I was nigh asleep last night, when all at once I thought 'bout dis here Abolition gentleman, Mr.Baker, that boards long wid us.
Now, thinks I, he is a mighty nice kind of man, talks a heap 'bout God and the Gospel, and 'bout our duty to our fellow-creaturs.

I know'd he had a sight of money, for his white servant told me he was a great man in Boston, had a grand house thar, his wife rode in elegant carriages, and his children has the best of every thing.

So, I says to myself, he aint like the rest of 'em, he don't approve of stealing, and lying, and the like o' that; if he thinks the Southern gentlemen oughter set all their niggers free, why he oughter be willin to lose just a little for one man; so I went straight to his room to ask him to buy Simon." "That was very wrong, Bacchus," said Mr.Weston, sternly.