When he was in Mr.S.'s clothes they fitted him as the candle-mould fits the candle--thus he was generally in a suffocated condition, particularly in the summer-time.

He was a reckless, hilarious, admirable creature; he had no principles, and was delightful company.

At first we three apprentices had to feed in the kitchen with the old slave cook and her very handsome and bright and well-behaved young mulatto daughter.

For his own amusement--for he was not generally laboring for other people's amusement--Steve was constantly and persistently and loudly and elaborately making love to that mulatto girl and distressing the life out of her and worrying the old mother to death.

She would say, "Now, Marse Steve, Marse Steve, can't you behave yourself ?" With encouragement like that, Steve would naturally renew his attentions and emphasize them.