Thar's Simon, that strapping big young man, as drives Mrs.Seymour's carriage; they got him off.

He's a crying up thar, like a baby a month old.

He's been a hidin and a dodgin for a week--he's nigh starved.

And now he's cotched, and gwine to be sold.

He's a raal spilt nigger: his master dressed him like a gentleman, and he had nothin to do all day but to drive de carriage; and he told me hisself, when he was out late at night wid de young ladies, at parties, he never was woke in de mornin, but was 'lowed to sleep it out, and had a good hot breakfast when he did wake.