"Doant thee noo, Measter Draa," expostulated Tim, "behaave thyself, man,
or Ay'se give thee soomat thou woant loike, I'm thinking. Noo! send oot
yan o' t' nagers, joost to stand till t' nags till Ay lift oot t'
boxes!"
"A nigger, is it? darn their black skins! there was a dozen here jest
now, a blockin' up the fire-side, and stinkin' so no white man could
come nearst it, till I got an axe-handle, half an hour or so since, and
cleared out the heap of them! Niggers! they'll be here all of them
torights, I warrant; where you sees Archer, there's never no scarceness
of dogs and niggers. But come, walk in boys! walk in, anyhow--Jem'll be
here to rights, and he's worth two niggers any day, though he's
black-fleshed, I guess, if one was jest to skin the etarnal creatur."
Very few minutes passed before they were all drawn up round the fire,
Captain Reade and two or three more making room for them, as they pulled
up their chairs about the glowing hearth--having hung up their coats and
capes against the wall.
"You'll be here best, boys," said Tom, "for a piece--the parlor fire's
not been lit yet this fall, and it is quite cold nights now--but
Brower'll kindle it up agin supper, for you'll be wantin' to eat, all of
you, I reckon, you're sich darned everlastin' gormandizers.
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