United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
I thought this too probable, but still I was unwilling to take the
honest, generous-hearted fellow's money. I had myself scraped together
a couple of dollars, with which I expected to be able to purchase a cock
and five or six fowls, and I thought that would be enough. Tom and I
accordingly set out on our expedition, with our dollars in our pockets.
Before long we reached the hut of an old negro and his wife, where I had
seen some good-looking fowls. Looking about, however, we saw none of
them. As we were going away old Quasho made his appearance, followed by
Quashie, his better half. In vain, however, did we tell them we wanted
some fowls; I had forgotten the French word, and they did not understand
us.
"I think as how I can make them know what we wants, sir," said Tom and
he began crowing away at the top of his voice; then he cackled most
lustily and began running about as a hen does before she begins to lay
an egg, and finally, having provided himself with a round stone, he
produced it as if he had just deposited it in a nest. Then he pulled
out one of his dollars and held it up before them. Quasho and Quashie
clapped their hands with delight at the significance of the action, and
away they scuttled into the woods, soon returning with a couple of hens.
"Bons, bons!" cried Tom, taking them, but not giving up the coin. Again
he crowed and again he cackled, and gave the old couple a shove to
signify that they were to go off and bring more fowls. It did not suit
them, it appeared, to comprehend what he wanted, but Tom was not to be
done, so at last Quasho exclaimed--
"Jiggigery, niggery, hop," or some words which so sounded, and away
scuttled the old lady, bringing back a couple more hens.
Tom, having secured them by the legs under his arm, allowing them to
peck away at his back, attempted the same manoeuvre, but the old people
put on such a look of dull stolidity that I was certain they would give
no more fowls for the dollar. I told him, therefore, to give up the
dollar, and we continued on our way to another hut, where, for another
dollar, we got the same number of fowls. Three dollars were thus
expended, and, with our newly-acquired farm produce, we returned in
triumph to my stable.
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