ole Cun’l Chahmb’lin—­my Lawd!  I fought he’d ‘a’ bu’st, he was so mad.  Well, when it come to his time to speak, he jes’ light into Marse Chan.  He call ‘im a traitor, an’ a ab’litionis’, an’ I don’ know what all.  Marse Chan, he jes’ kep’ cool till de ole Cun’l light into he pa.  Ez soon ez he name ole marster, I seen Marse Chan sort o’ lif’ up he head.  D’ yo’ ever see a hoss rar he head up right sudden at night when he see somethin’ comin’ to’ds ‘im from de side an’ he don’ know what ’tis?  Ole Cun’l Chahmb’lin he went right on.  He said ole marster hed taught Marse Chan; dat ole marster wuz a wuss ab’litionis’ dan he son.  I looked at Marse Chan, an’ sez to myse’f:  ‘Fo’ Gord! old Cun’l Chahmb’lin better min’, an’ I hedn’ got de wuds out, when ole Cun’l Chahmb’lin ‘cuse’ old marster o’ cheatin’ ‘im out o’ he niggers, an’ stealing piece o’ he lan’—­dat’s de lan’ I tole you ‘bout.  Well, seh, nex’ thing I knowed, I heahed Marse Chan—­hit all happen right ‘long togerr, like lightnin’ and thunder when they hit right at you—­I heah ’im say: 

“‘Cun’l Chahmb’lin, what you say is false, an’ yo’ know it to be so.  You have wilfully slandered one of de pures’ an’ nobles’ men Gord ever made, an’ nothin’ but yo’ gray hyars protects you.’

“Well, ole Cun’l Chahmb’lin, he ra’d an’ he pitch’d.  He said he wan’ too ole, an’ he’d show ’im so.

“‘Ve’y well,’ says Marse Chan.

“De meetin’ broke up den.  I wuz hol’in’ de hosses out dyar in de road by dee een’ o’ de poach, an’ I see Marse Chan talkin’ an’ talkin’ to Mr. Gordon an’ anudder gent’man, and den he come out an’ got on de sorrel an’ galloped off.  Soon ez he got out o’ sight he pulled up, an’ we walked along tell we come to de road whar leads off to’ds Mr. Barbour’s.  He wuz de big lawyer o’ de country.  Dar he tu’ned off.  All dis time he hedn’ sed a wud, ‘cep’ to kind o’ mumble to hisse’f now and den.  When we got to Mr. Barbour’s, he got down an’ went in.  Dat wuz in de late winter; de folks wuz jes’ beginnin’ to plough fur corn.  He stayed dyar ‘bout two hours, an’ when he come out Mr. Barbour come out to de gate wid ‘im an’ shake han’s arfter he got up in de saddle.  Den we all rode off.  ’Twuz late den-good dark; an’ we rid ez hard ez we could, tell we come to de ole school-house at ole Cun’l Chahmb’lin’s gate.  When we got dar, Marse Chan got down an’ walked right slow ‘roun’ de house.  After lookin’ ‘roun’ a little while an’ tryin’ de do’ to see ef it wuz shet, he walked down de road tell he got to de creek.  He stop’ dyar a little while an’ picked up two or three little rocks an’ frowed ’em in, an’ pres’n’y he got up an’ we come on home.  Ez he got down, he tu’ned to me an’, rubbin’ de sorrel’s nose, said:  ’Have ’em well fed, Sam; I’ll want ’em early in de mawnin’.’