Watch and Wait; or, The Young FugitivesOptic, Oliver
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Watch and Wait; or, The Young Fugitives
Optic, Oliver
Fugitive slaves -- Juvenile fiction
"Now, Dan and Cyd, you can go away and do what you please," said Lily.
"We will clear up the table and wash the dishes first," replied Dan.
"No; I am going to do that."
"You, Lily?"
"I am going to do my share of the work. I can't manage a boat, but I
think I can cook, and take care of the cabin, set the table, and do
every thing that belongs to the women."
"I didn't mean to have you work, Lily," said Dan. "You have been a
lady's-maid all your life, and never did any work."
"Well, I know how; and I'm going to do my share. I should not feel right
to live like a lady here. I mean to do all the work in the cabin, and
the cooking too."
"No, Cyd and I will do that."
"Mossifus! Do all dat, and all de rest too."
"I must do something, or I should be very unhappy."
"Well, Lily, you shall have your own way; and while you are clearing off
the table, Cyd and I will prepare the lady's cabin."
"The what?" asked Lily.
"Your cabin; you shall have a room all to yourself."
Dan left the cabin, followed by Cyd. Taking from one of the lockers, in
the standing room, an awning which was used to spread over the forward
deck, he unrolled it, and proceeded to make his calculations, while Cyd
stood by, scratching his head and wondering what was going to be done.
The cabin of the Isabel was entered by two doors, one on each side of
the centre-board, which divided the after cabin into two apartments.
Dan, after measuring the cabin, cut the awning to the size required,
and then nailed it up as a partition between the forward and the after
cabin. The space thus enclosed formed a state room, six feet long and
three feet wide, outside of the berth. This room could be entered only
by the door from the standing room. It made a very neat and comfortable
chamber, and Lily was much pleased with it.
By the time the dishes were washed and put away, there was considerable
gaping among the party. Cyd opened his mouth fearfully wide, and Miss
Lily's eyelids drooped, like her fragrant namesake, when its mission on
earth is nearly finished. The fugitives had come to the knowledge that
they had slept none during the preceding night, and as the voyage was to
be continued when darkness favored the movement, it was necessary that
the hours should be appropriated to slumber. Lily retired to her new
state room, closed the door, and was soon asleep.
"Now, Cyd, one of us must turn in," said Dan.
"Can't we bof turn in?"
"No; one of us must stand watch while the other sleeps. We have been
getting along so finely, that we have almost forgot that we are in
danger."
"Possifus!" gasped Cyd. "Wha--wha--what you want to keep watch fur?"
"Suppose any one should come upon us while we are asleep?" added Dan.
"'Pose any one come 'pon us when we're awake: what den? Who's a gwine to
help hisself?" yawned Cyd.
"I am, for one. I shall not be taken, if I can help it."
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