is the way we described him. Father
had brought him home from the war,
and had sent him to school, and then
apprenticed him to a miller. Toot did
"chores" for his board and clothes,
but was soon to be his own man, and to
be paid money by the miller, and to
marry Tulula Darthula Jones, a nice
coloured girl who lived with the Cut-
lers.

The time had been when Toot had
been my self-appointed slave. Almost
my first recollections were of his carry-
ing me out to see the train pass, and
saying, "Toot, toot!" in imitation of
the locomotive; so, although he had
rather a splendid name, I called him
"Toot," and the whole town followed
my example. Yes, the time had been
when Toot saw me safe to school, and
slipped little red apples into my pocket,
and took me out while he milked the
cow, and told me stories and sang me
plantation songs. Now, when he passed,
he only nodded. When I spoke to him
about his not giving me any more ap-
ples, he said:

"Ah reckon they're your pa's ap-