straight up and down. My legs is like a pair of compasses
that's got wet; they are rusty on the hinges, and won't
work. I'll play leapfrog up the street, over every
feller's head, till I get to the Liners' Hotel; I hope
I may be shot if I don't. Jube, you villain, stand still
there on the deck, and hold up stiff, you nigger. Warny
once--warny twice--warny three times; now I come."

And he ran forward, and putting a hand on each shoulder,
jumped over him.

"Turn round agin, you young sucking Satan, you; and don't
give one mite or morsel, or you might 'break massa's
precious neck,' p'raps. Warny once--warny twice--warny
three times."

And he repeated the feat again.

"That's the way I'll shin it up street, with a hop, skip
and a jump. Won't I make Old Bull stare, when he finds
his head under my coat tails, and me jist makin' a lever
of him? He'll think he has run foul of a snag, _I_ know.
Lord, I'll shack right over their heads, as they do over
a colonist; only when they do, they never say warny wunst,
cuss 'em, they arn't civil enough for that. They arn't
paid for it--there is no parquisite to be got by it.
Won't I tuck in the Champaine to-night, that's all, till
I get the steam up right, and make the paddles work?
Won't I have a lark of the rael Kentuck breed? Won't I
trip up a policeman's heels, thunder the knockers of the