so he went all down the line, explaining that "Marse Cain kilt his
brudder;" that "Marse Abel wuz de fus man slewed;" that "Marse Noah
built de ark;" that "Marse Thuselum wuz de oldes' man," and so on, until
he reached the end of the line, and had almost exhausted his store of
information. Then, thinking to see how much the children remembered, he
began at the top of the line once more, and asked the child,

"Who made yer?"

"Dut," answered the little negro.

"Who?" demanded Uncle Bob, in astonishment.

"Dut," replied the child.

"Didn' I tell yer God made yer?" asked the old man.

"No, sar," replied the boy; "dat'n wat God made done slip out de do'."

And so it was. As soon as Uncle Bob's back was turned, Gus, who had
wearied of the Sunday-school, slipped out, and the old man had not
noticed the change.

The confusion resulting from this trifling circumstance was fearful.
"Dut" made the first child. The question, "What did he make yer fur?"
was promptly answered, "Marse Adum." "Eve wuz de fus man." "Marse Cain
wuz de fus 'oman." "Marse Abel kilt his brudder." "Marse Noah wuz de fus
one slewed." "Marse Thuselum built de ark." And so on, until the old man
had to begin all over again, and give each one a new answer. The
catechising through with, Uncle Bob said: