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 Inane yer? '

"God," answered Gus.

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