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“Who fired that gun?” demanded Captain Parks, as heturned around and faced his terrified negro, Pompey.“Hang me, if I don’t believe it was you, Pompey.”
“Heben sabe me, massa captain; I wouldn’t do such ating for ten fousand dollars!”
“Let me see your gun.”
The trembling African obeyed. It required but a momentfor the irascible captain to ascertain that the piece had justbeen discharged.
“Yes, you black rascal, it was you! Take that!” he addedgiving his servant a tremendous kick. The latter paidnot the least heed to it, and finally added, as if addressinghimself,
“Come to tink soberly on de matter, I bring to mind Idid have de hammer up, so as to be ready for de Injinswhen dey do come, and jist now I stubbed my toe, andjerked on de trigger, and I s’pose dat am what made deblasted ting go off so mighty suddint like.”
“Of course it was, you black rascal! It came within aninch of my head. If anything like that happens again, I’llleave you here in the woods for the Indian’s tomahawk.”
“Heben sabe me, I’ll be careful.”
Captain Parks, a blunt, corpulent, middle-aged man, whohad served and been wounded in the Revolutionary war,was toilsomely making his way along the banks of theOhio, near the close of day, followed by his servant, a greatfat negro, of about as much use as a common ox wouldhave been. He was endeavoring to reach a ce