Mr. Cleveland shut the window, heaved a deep sigh, and took several more turns across the room.  “I believe it is all true,” at length he said, “and I have been a confounded fool.  I’ll turn about, and lead a different life, so help me Heaven!  I have wealth, and not a chick nor a child to spend it on, nor to leave it to when I die, and so I’ll spend it in doing good, if I can only find out the best way; that’s the trouble.  But never mind, I’ll be my own executor.”  He now rang the bell for Tom.

Tom immediately appeared, with his usual “Yer’s me, sir.”

“Tom,” said Mr. Cleveland, “put me in mind in the morning, to send a load of wood to old Mrs. Peters.”

“Yes, sir,” said Tom, “an’ you better sen’ some bacon, ’cause I bin yerry (hear) little Mas Jack Peter say him ain’t bin hab no meat for eat sence I do’ know de day when.  I rispec dey drudder hab de meat sted o’ de wood, ’cause dey can pick up wood nuf all about.”

“You mind your own business, sir,” said Mr. Cleveland, “I’ll send just what I please.  How long is it since I came to you for advice?  Confound the fellow!” he muttered aside, “I meant to send the woman some meat, and now if I do it, that impudent fellow will think I do it because he advised it.  Any how, I’ll not send bacon, I’ll send beef or mutton.”

Just at this moment, there was a knock at the door, and Tom, going to open it, admitted Dick, the coachman.

“What do you want, Dick, at this time of night?” inquired his master.

“Dere’s a man down stays, sir,” replied Dick, “and he seem to be in great ‘fliction.  He says dey is campin’ out ’bout half a mile below, sir, and de trees is fallin’ so bad he is ’fraid dey will all be killed.  He ask you if you kin let dem stay in one of de out-houses tell to-morrow.”

“Camping out such a night as this?” exclaimed Mr. Cleveland, “the Lord have pity on them!  How many are there of them, Dick?”

“He, an’ his wife, and six little children, sir,” answered Dick.

“No negroes?” inquired his master.

“Not a nigger, sir,” said Dick.  “I ain’t like poor buckrah, no how, sir, but I ’spect you best take dese people in, lest dey might die right in our woods.”

Tom, knowing his master’s dislike of advice, and fearing that Dick had taken the surest method to shut them out, now chimed in, and said, “Massa, ef I bin you, I no would tek dem in none ’t all.”

“What do you mean, sir?” exclaimed Mr. Cleveland; “you surely must be taking leave of your senses.  Dick, you’ll have to give that boy of yours a thrashing.  I’ll not stand his insolence much longer.  Don’t stand there, grinning at me, sir.”

“No, sir,” snickered Tom, skulking behind Dick, who was his father.

“Let the man come up here, Dick,” said Mr. Cleveland.

When the traveller made his appearance, Mr. Cleveland was startled at his wan and wo-begone appearance.  “Sit down, my man,” said he.