“‘Mr. Smif,’ sez Mars’ Dugal’ ter de oberseah, ’dis yer nigger has done got so triflin’ yer lately dat we can’t keep ‘im at de house no mo’, en I ‘s fotch’ ‘im ter you ter be straighten’ up.  You ’s had ’casion ter deal wid ‘im once, so he knows w’at ter expec’.  You des take ’im in han’, en lemme know how he tu’ns out.  En w’en de han’s comes in fum de fiel’ dis ebenin’ you kin sen’ dat yaller nigger Jeff up ter de house.  I ’ll try ’im, en see ef he’s any better ‘n Hannibal.’

“So Jeff went up ter de big house, en pleas’ Mars’ Dugal’ en ole mis’ en de res’ er de fambly so well dat dey all got ter lackin’ ’im fus’rate; en dey ’d ‘a’ fergot all ‘bout Hannibal, ef it had n’ be’n fer de bad repo’ts w’at come up fum de qua’ters ’bout ‘im fer a mont’ er so.  Fac’ is, dat Chloe en Jeff wuz so int’rusted in one ernudder sence Jeff be’n up ter de house, dat dey fergot all ‘bout takin’ de baby doll back ter Aun’ Peggy, en it kep’ wukkin’ fer a w’ile, en makin’ Hannibal’s feet bu’n mo’ er less, ‘tel all de folks on de plantation got ter callin’ ’im Hot-Foot Hannibal.  He kep’ gittin’ mo’ en mo’ triflin’, ’tel he got de name er bein’ de mos’ no ‘countes’ nigger on de plantation, en Mars’ Dugal’ had ter th’eaten ter sell ’im in de spring, w’en bimeby de goopher quit wukkin’, en Hannibal ‘mence’ ter pick up some en make folks set a little mo’ sto’ by ’im.

“Now, dis yer Hannibal was a monst’us sma’t nigger, en w’en he got rid er dem so’ feet, his min’ kep’ runnin’ on ’is udder troubles.  Heah th’ee er fo’ weeks befo’ he ‘d had a’ easy job, waitin’ on de w’ite folks, libbin’ off’n de fat er de lan’, en promus’ de fines’ gal on de plantation fer a wife in de spring, en now heah he wuz back in de co’n-fiel, wid de oberseah a-cussin’ en a-r’arin’ ef he did n’ get a ha’d tas’ done; wid nuffin but co’n bread en bacon en merlasses ter eat; en all de fiel’-han’s makin’ rema’ks, en pokin’ fun at ’im ’ca’se he’d be’n sont back fum de big house ter de fiel’.  En de mo’ Hannibal studied ‘bout it de mo’ madder he got, ‘tel he fin’lly swo’ he wuz gwine ter git eben wid Jeff en Chloe, ef it wuz de las’ ac’.

“So Hannibal slipped ’way fum de qua’ters one Sunday en hid in de co’n up close ter de big house, ’tel he see Chloe gwine down de road.  He waylaid her, en sezee:—­

“‘Hoddy, Chloe?’

“‘I ain’ got no time fer ter fool wid fiel’-han’s,’ sez Chloe, tossin’ her head; ‘w’at you want wid me, Hot-Foot?’

“‘I wants ter know how you en Jeff is gittin’ ‘long.’

“’I ‘lows dat’s none er yo’ bizness, nigger.  I doan see w’at ’casion any common fiel’-han’ has got ter mix in wid de ’fairs er folks w’at libs in de big house.  But ef it’ll do you any good ter know, I mought say dat me en Jeff is gittin’ ’long mighty well, en we gwine ter git married in de spring, en you ain’ gwine ter be ‘vited ter de weddin’ nuther.’

“‘No, no!’ sezee, ‘I would n’ ‘spec’ ter be ’vited ter de weddin’,—­a common, low-down fiel’-han’ lack I is.  But I’s glad ter heah you en Jeff is gittin’ ‘long so well.  I did n’ knowed but w’at he had ‘mence’ ter be a little ti’ed.’