De las' time he wus yere he tol' me thet he wint down ter Saint Louee hisself, an' done gif bof dem papers ter Gov'ner Clark.

So yer don't need worry none 'bout dem no mor'." I sank back onto the hard pillow, greatly relieved by this information.
The burden of official duty had been taken from me.

I was now on furlough, and free to act as I pleased.

I suddenly became conscious that I was hungry.

I expressed this desire for food, and the negro instantly busied himself over the fire.