xactly
true to nature.

"`What!'" he cried; "`what you mean, you nast' black young rascal, bring
dat ting in my clean kitchun? I get hold ob you, I box your ears. How
dah you--how dah you! Take um away--take um away!' Dat what Misses
Sarah say."

"But we will not take it into her clean kitchen, Pomp. We'll put it on
that pine-stump at the bottom of the garden."

"Oh, no, Mass' George. Sun shine on um, and de fly come on. Make um
'mell horrid."

"Oh, that will soon go off," I said. "Come, let's get back. Wait till
I've loaded again though. Here, give me the powder and a bullet. We
might see something else."

"Eh?"

"I said give me the powder and a bullet. Halloa! Where's the
ammunition?"

"Eh? Now where I put dat amnisham, Mass' George? I dunno."

"Why, you must have laid it down on the ground when we came after the
alligator."

"Sure I did, Mass' George. Ah, you are clebber boy. Come 'long, we
find um we go back."

"No, no, stop. I want that head carried home."

"But um so heaby, Mass' George, and poor Pomp drefful hot an' tire."

"Dreadful lazy you mean," I cried, angrily. "Come, sir."

"Now, Mass' George cross again, and goin' break poor lil nigger heart,"
he whimpered.

"Stuff! Sham! Lay hold of that head."

"Break um back den, carry dat great heaby thing."

"It will not. You didn't think it heavy when you dragged it along with
the axe."

"Head all hot den, Mass' George; got cold now."

"Why, you lazy, cunning young rascal!" I cried; "if you don't pick that
head up directly, and bring it along!"

"Ugh!" ejaculated Pomp, with a shudder; "um so dreffel ugly, Pomp
frighten to deff."

I could not help laughing heartily at his faces, and the excuses he kept
inventing, and he went on--

"Pomp wouldn't mind a bit if de head dry, but um so dreffel wet an'
nasty. An' you come close here, Mass' George, an' 'mell um. Ugh!"

He pinched his nose between his fingers, and turned his back on the
monster.

"Now, no nonsense, sir," I said, severely. "I will have that carried
home."

"For de massa see um, an' Mass' Morgan?"

"Yes," I said.

"Oh!" exclaimed the boy, in a tone which suggested that he at last
understood me; "for de massa and Mass' Morgan see um. I run home fess
um here."

He was off like a shot, but my voice checked him.

"Stop, sir."

"You call, Mass' George?"

"Come here, you young rascal!"

"Come dah, Mass' George? No fess um here?" he said, comi