"Show the gen'lman to the cowyard, and giv' him cart number
1."

"Isn't Grant here?" I said. "Perhaps Ulyssis wouldn't mind my
turnin' in with him."

"Do you know the Gin'ral?" inquired Mr. Spotswood.

"Wall, no, not 'zacky; but he'll remember me. His
brother-in-law's Aunt bought her rye meal of my uncle Levi
all one winter. My uncle Levi's rye meal was--"

"Pooh! pooh!" said Spotsy, "don't bother me," and he shuv'd
my umbrella onto the floor. Obsravin' to him not to be so
keerless with that wepin, I accompanid the African to my
lodgins.

"My brother," I sed, "air you aware that you've bin
mancipated? Do you realize how glorus it is to be free? Tell
me, my dear brother, does it not seem like some dreams, or do
you realize the great fact in all its livin' and holy
magnitood?"

He sed he would take some gin.

I was show'd to the cowyard and laid down under a one-mule
cart. The hotel was orful crowded, and I was sorry I hadn't
gone to the Libby Prison. Tho' I should hav' slept comf'ble
enuff if the bed-clothes hadn't bin pulled off me durin' the