It was evident that their humble guests, who took seats deferentially near the door, had been house-servants and not coarse plantation slaves, and in answer to Mr. Vosburgh’s questions they spoke in a better vernacular than many of their station could employ.

“Yes, mass’r,” the woman began, “we seed Mass’r Lane,—­may de Lord bress ‘im,—­and he was a doin’ well when we lef.  He’s a true Linkum man, an’ if all was like him de wah would soon be ended an’ de cullud people free.  What’s mo’, de white people of de Souf wouldn’t be so bitter as dey now is.”

“Tell us your story, mammy,” said Marian, impatiently; “tell us everything you know about Captain Lane.”

A ray of intelligence lighted up the woman’s sombre eyes, for she believed she understood Marian’s interest, and at once determined that Lane’s action should lose no embellishment which she could honestly give.

“Well, missy, it was dis away,” she said.  “My mass’r and his sons was away in de wah.  He own a big plantation an’ a great many slabes.  My son, Zeb dar, an’ I was kep’ in de house.  I waited on de missus an’ de young ladies, an’ Zeb was kep’ in de house too, ’kase he was lame and ‘kase dey could trus’ him wid eberyting an’ dey knew it.

“Well, up to de time Cap’n Lane come we hadn’t seen any ob de Linkum men, but we’d heared ob de prockermation an’ know’d we was free, far as Mass’r Linkum could do it, an’ Zeb was jus’ crazy to git away so he could say, ‘I’se my own mass’r.’  I didn’t feel dat away, ‘kase I was brought up wid my missus, an’ de young ladies was a’most like my own chillen, an’ we didn’t try to get away like some ob de plantation han’s do.

“Well, one ebenin’, short time ago, a big lot ob our sogers come marchin’ to our house—­dey was hoss sogers—­an’ de missus an’ de young ladies knew some of de ossifers, an’ dey flew aroun’ an’ got up a big supper fo’ dem.  We all turned in, an’ dar was hurry-skurry all ober de big house, fo’ de ossifers sed dey would stay all night if de sogers ob you-uns would let dem.  Dey said de Linkum sogers was comin’ dat away, but dey wouldn’t be ‘long afore de mawnin’, an’ dey was a-gwine to whip dem.  All was light talk an’ larfin’ an’ jingle ob sabres.  De house was nebber so waked up afo’.  De young ladies was high-strung an’ beliebed dat one ob our sogers could whip ten Linkum men.  In de big yard betwixt de house an’ de stables de men was feedin’ dere hosses, an’ we had a great pot ob coffee bilin’ fo’ dem, too, an’ oder tings, fo’ de missus sed dere sogers mus’ hab eberyting she had.

“Well, bimeby, as I was helpin’ put de tings on de table, I heared shots way off at de foot ob de lawn.  Frontin’ de house dar was a lawn mos’ half a mile long, dat slope down to de road, and de Linkum sogers was ‘spected to come dat away, an’ dere was a lookout for dem down dar.  As soon as de ossifers heared de shots dey rush out an’ shout to dere men, an’ dey saddle up in a hurry an’ gallop out in de lawn in front of de house an’ form ranks.”