After this exhortation, the old man began at the top of the line, and
asked "Gus," a bright-eyed little nig, "Who made you?"

"I dun no, sar," answered Gus, very untruthfully, for Aunt Nancy had
told him repeatedly.

"God made yer," said Uncle Bob. "Now, who made yer?"

"God," answered Gus.

"Dat's right," said the old man; then proceeded to "Jim," the next in
order. "What'd he make yer outn?" demanded the teacher.

"I dunno, sar," answered Jim, with as little regard for truth as Gus had
shown.

"He made yer out'n dut," said Uncle Bob. "Now, what'd he make yer
out'n?"

"Dut," answered Jim, promptly, and the old man passed on to the next.

"What'd he make yer fur?"

Again the answer was, "I dunno, sar;" and the old man, after scratching
his head and reflecting a moment, said, "Fur ter do de bes' yer kin,"
which the child repeated after him.

"Who wuz de fus man?" was his next question; and the little nig
professing ignorance, as usual, the old man replied, "Marse Adum." And