I was konsiderbul riled at this.  Sez I, "My gentle Sir, Ime a nonresistanter as a ginral thing, & don't want to git up no rows with nobuddy, but I kin nevertheles kave in enny man's hed that calls me a obtoos," with whitch remarks I kommenst fur to pull orf my extry garmints. "Cum on," sez I--"Time! hear's the Beniki Boy fur ye!" & I darnced round like a poppit.  He riz up in his seet & axed my pardin--sed it was all a mistake--that I was a good man, etsettery, & sow 4th, & we fixt it all up pleasant.  I must say the man in black close seamed to be as fine a man as ever lived in the wurld.  He sed a Octoroon was the 8th of a negrow.  He likewise statid that the female he was travlin with was formurly a slave in Mississippy; that she'd purchist her freedim & now wantid to purchiss the freedim of her poor old muther, who (the man in black close obsarved) was between 87 years of age & had to do all the cookin & washin for 25 hired men, whitch it was rapidly breakin down her konstitushun. He sed he knowed the minit he gazed onto my klassic & beneverlunt fase that I'd donate librully & axed me to go over & see her, which I accordingly did.  I sot down beside her and sed, "yure Sarvant, Marm!  How do yer git along?" She bust in 2 teers & sed, "O Sur, I'm so retchid--I'm a poor unfortunit Octoroon." "So I larn.  Yure rather more Roon than Octo, I take it," sed I, fur I never seed a puttier gal in the hull endoorin time of my life.  She had on a More Antic Barsk & a Poplin Nubier with Berage trimmins onto it, while her ise & kurls was enuff to make a man jump into a mill pond without biddin his relashuns good-by.  I pittid the Octoroon from the inmost recusses of my hart & hawled out 50 dollars kerslap, & told her to buy her old muther as soon as posserbul.  Sez she "kine sir mutch thanks."  She then lade her hed over onto my showlder & sed I was "old rats."  I was astonished to heer this obsarvation, which I knowd was never used in refined society & I perlitely but emfattercly shovd her hed away. Sez I "Marm, I'm trooly sirprized." Sez she, "git out.  Yure the nicist old man Ive seen yit.  Give us anuther 50!"  Had a seleck assortment of the most tremenjious thunderbolts descended down onto me I couldn't hav bin more takin aback.  I jumpt up, but she ceased my coat tales & in a wild voise cride, "No, Ile never desart you--let us fli together to a furrin shoor!"