“Marse Tumlin look at me wid his eyes half shot an’ kinder laugh way down in his stomach. He ’low, ‘Minervy Ann, I been livin’ a long time, an’ I been knowin’ a heap er folks, but you er de bangin’est nigger I ever is see. Free ez you is, I wouldn’t take two thousan’ dollars fer you, cash money. I’ll git Bolivar, an’ we’ll go up dar on de mornin’ train. Vallie kin stay wid er aunt. ’Tain’t gwine ter hurt you ter go; I want you ter see some things fer yo’se’f.’ “Well, suh, sho’ ’nuff, de nex’ mornin’ me an’ Marse Tumlin an’ Marse Bolivar, we got on de train, an’ put out, an’ ’twa’n’t long ’fo’ we wuz pullin’ in under de kyar-shed. Dat ’uz de fus’ time I ever is been ter dis town, an’ de racket an’ de turmoil kinder tarrify me, but when I see ’t’er folks gwine ’long ’tendin’ ter der bizness, ’twa’n’t no time ’fo’ I tuck heart, ’kaze dar wuz Marse Tumlin an’ Marse Bolivar right at me, an’ dey wuz bowin’ an’ shakin’ han’s wid mos’ eve’ybody dat come ’long. Dey wuz two mighty pop’lous white men, suh; you know dat yo’se’f. “I ’speck de train must ’a’ got in ’fo’ de Legislatur’ sot down, ’kaze when we went th’oo a narrer street an’ turn inter de one what dey call Decatur, whar dey carry on all de devilment, I hear Marse Tumlin say dat we wuz ’bout a hour too soon. Right atter dat Marse Bolivar say, ‘Tumlin, dat ar nigger man ’cross dar wid de gals is got a mighty familious look ter me; I done been seed ’im somewhar, sho’.’ Marse Tumlin say, ‘Dat’s a fac’; I used ter know dat man some’rs.’ Well, suh, I lookt de way dey wuz a-lookin’, an’ dar wuz Hamp! Yassar! Hamp! Hamp an’ two mulatter gals. An’ I wish you could ’a’ seed um; I des wish you could! Dar wuz Hamp all diked out in his Sunday cloze which I tol’ ’im p’intedly not ter w’ar while he workin’ in de Legislatur’. He had a segyar in his mouf mos’ ez big an’ ez long ez a waggin-spoke, an’ dar he wuz a-bowin’ an’ scrapin’, an’ scrapin’ an’ gigglin’, an’ de mulatter gals wuz gigglin’ an’ snickerin’ an’ squealin’—I _declaire_, Mr. Tumlin! you oughter be _’shame_ er yo’se’f; oh, youer too _b-a-a-a-d_!’” With powers of mimicry unequalled, Aunt Minervy Ann illustrated the bowing and scraping of Hamp, and reproduced the shrill but not unmusical voices of the mulatto girls.