"'Now see what de ladies 'll have for dinner,' says ole marsa, pickin' up his carvin' knife. "'What'll you take for dinner, Miss?' says I. 'Baked ham?' "'No,' says she, lookin' up to whar Marsa John sat. 'I think I'll take a leg ob dat goose.' "Well, marsa cut off de leg an' put a little stuffin' an' gravy on wid a spoon, an' says to me, 'Chad, see what dat gemman 'll have.' "'What'll you take for dinner, sah?' says I. 'Nice breast o' goose, or slice o' ham?' "'No; I think I'll take a leg ob dat goose.' "I didn't say nuffin', but I knowed bery well he wa'n't a-gwine to git it. But you oughter seen ole marsa lookin' for de udder leg ob dat goose! He rolled him ober on de dish, dis way an' dat way, an' den he jabbed dat ole bone-handled carvin' fork in him an' hel' him up ober de dish, an' looked under him an' on top ob him, an' den he says, kinder sad like: "'Chad, whar is de udder leg ob dat goose?' "'It didn't hab none,' says I. "'You mean to say dat de gooses on my plantation on'y got one leg?' "'Some ob 'em has an' some ob 'em ain't. You see, marsa, we got two kinds in de pond, an' we was a little hurried to-day, so Mammy Jane cooked dis one 'cause I cotched it fust.' "'Well,' said he, 'I'll settle wid ye after dinner.' "Well, dar I was shiverin' an' shakin' in my shoes, an' droppin' gravy, an' spillin' de wine on de table-cloth, I was dat shuck up; an' when de dinner was ober he calls all de ladies an' gemmen, an' says, 'Now come down to de duck-pond. I'm gwine ter show dis nigger dat all de gooses on my plantation got mo' den one leg.' "I followed 'long, trapesin' after de whole kit an' b'ilin', an' when we got to de pond"--here Chad nearly went into a convulsion with suppressed laughter--"dar was de gooses sittin' on a log in de middle of dat ole green goose-pond wid one leg stuck down--so--an' de udder tucked under de wing." Chad was now on one leg, balancing himself by my chair, the tears running down his cheeks. "'Dar, marsa,' says I, 'don't ye see? Look at dat ole gray goose! Dat's de berry match ob de one we had to-day.' "Den de ladies all hollered an' de gemmen laughed so loud dey hyerd 'em at de big house. "'Stop, you black scoun'rel!' Marsa John says, his face gittin' white an' he a-jerkin' his handkerchief from his pocket. 'Shoo!' "Major, I hope to have my brains kicked out by a lame grasshopper if ebery one ob dem gooses didn't put down de udder leg! "'Now, you lyin' nigger,' he says, raisin' his cane ober my head, 'I'll show you.' "'Stop, Marsa John!' I hollered; ''tain't fair, 'tain't fair.' "'Why ain't it fair?' says he. "''Cause,' says I, 'you didn't say "Shoo!" to de goose what was on de table.'" "And did he thrash you?"