the alert, and I felt sure it had a hidden
significance.
'Won't you get into de carriage, massa?' inquired Jim.
'No, thank you, Jim. I'll ride on with Scip. Our horse is jaded, and you
had better go ahead.'
Jim mounted the driver's seat, turned the carriage, and drove off at a
brisk pace to announce our coming at the plantation, while Scip and I
rode on at a slower gait.
'Scip, did you know Jim before?' I asked.
'Neber seed him afore, massa, but hab heern ob him.'
'How is it that you have lived in Georgetown for five years, and he only
seventy miles off, and you never have seen him?'
'I cud hab seed him, massa, good many time, ef I'd liked, but darkies
hab to be careful.'
'Careful of what?'
'Careful ob who dey knows; good many bad niggas 'bout.'
'Pshaw, Scip, you're "coming de possum;" that game won't work with me.
There isn't a better nigger than Jim in all South Carolina. I know him
well.'
'P'raps he am; reckon he _am_ a good enuff nigga.'
'Good enough nigga, Scip! Why, I tell you he's a splendid fellow; just
as true as steel. He's been North with the Colonel, often, and the
Abolitionists have tried to get him away; he knew he could go, but
wouldn't budge an inch.'
'I knew he wouldn't,' said the darky, a pleasurable gleam passing
through his eyes; 'dat sort don't run; dey face de music!'
'Why don't they run? What do you mean?'
'Nuffin', massa,--only dey'd ruther stay har.'
'Come, Scip, you've played this game long enough. Tell me, now, what
that look you gave each other when you shook hands meant.'
'What look, massa? Oh! I s'pose 'twar 'cause we'd both _heerd_ ob each
oder afore.'
''Twas more than that, Scip. Be frank; you know you can trust me.'
'Wal, den, massa,' he replied, adding, after a short pause, 'de ole
woman called you a Yankee,--you can guess.'
'If I should guess,'twould be that it meant _mischief_.'
'It don't mean mischief, sar,' said the darky, with a tone and air that
would not have disgraced a Cabinet officer; 'it mean only RIGHT
and JUSTICE.'
'It means that there is some secret understanding between you.'
'I tole you, massa,' he replied, relapsing into his usual manner, 'dat
de blacks am all Freemasons. I gabe Jim de grip, and he know'd me. He'd
ha known my name ef you hadn't tole him.'
'Why would he have known your name?'
''Cause I gabe de grip, dat tole him.'
'Why did he call you Scip_io_? I called you _Scip_.'
'Oh! de darkies all do dat
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