The Middy and the Moors: An Algerine StoryBallantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
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The Middy and the Moors: An Algerine Story
Ballantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
Adventure stories; Algeria -- Fiction
"Moreober," she continued, "you mustn't bow like a lady, or you'll be
diskivered 'mediately. You must bob. Sally!"
This last word was shouted. The instant effect was the abrupt stoppage
of one of the disagreeable sounds before referred to--a sound as of
pounding--and the appearance of a black girl who seemed to rise out of a
pit in the floor at the darkest end of the cellar.
"Sally, show dis yar stoopid gal how to bob."
The girl instantly broke off, so to speak, at the knees for a moment,
and then came straight again.
"Now, Geo'giana, you bob."
Hester entered into the spirit of the thing and broke off admirably,
whereat Dinah and Lilly threw back their heads and shook their sides
with laughter. Sally so far joined them as to show all her teeth and
gums. Otherwise she was expressionless.
"Now you come yar wid me into dis room," said Dinah, taking Hester's
hand and heading her along a passage which was so profoundly dark that
the very walls and floor were invisible. Turning suddenly to the left,
Dinah advanced a few paces and stood still.
"You stop where you is, Geo'giana, till I gits a light. Don't stir,"
she said, and left her.
A feeling of intense horror began to creep over the poor girl when she
was thus left alone in such a horrible place, and she began almost to
regret that she had forsaken the comfortable home of the Moor, and to
blame herself for ingratitude. In her agony she was about to call aloud
to her negro friend not to forsake her, when the words, "Call upon Me in
the time of trouble," occurred to her, and, falling on her knees, she
cast herself upon God.
She was not kept waiting long. Only a minute or two had elapsed when
Dinah returned with a candle and revealed the fact that they stood in a
small low-roofed room, the brick floor of which was partially covered
with casks, packing-cases, and general lumber.
"Dis am to be your room, Geo'giana," said her friend, holding the candle
over her head and surveying the place with much satisfaction.
Poor Hester shuddered.
"It is an awful place," she said faintly.
"Yes, it am a awrful good place," said Dinah, with satisfaction. "Not
easy to find you yar; an' if dey did git dis lengt' widout breakin' dere
legs, dere's a nice leetil hole yar what you could git in an' larf to
youself."
She led the poor girl to the other end of the room, where, in a recess,
there was a boarded part of the wall. Removing one of the boards, she
disclosed an opening.
"Das a small hole, Geo'giana, but it's big enough to hold _you_, an'
when you's inside you've on'y got to pull de board into its place, and
fix it--so."
Setting down the candle, the woman stepped into the hole, and went
through the performance that would devolve upon Hester in case of
emergency.
"But why leave me here at all?" pleaded Hester, when Dinah had exhausted
her eulogy of the hiding-place. "Why not take me to your own home?"
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