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in on the 'Louisiana'?”

      “Yes, sir.” But why this politeness?

      The elderly gentleman lighted a cigar. The noise of the rushing mules had now become a distant roar, like a whirlwind which has swept by. But Eliphalet did not stir.

      “Friends in town?” inquired the gentleman at length.

      “No, sir,” sighed Mr. Hopper.

      At this point of the conversation a crisp step sounded from behind and wonderful smile came again on the surface.

      “Mornin', Colonel,” said a voice which made Eliphalet jump. And he swung around to perceive the young captain of the Louisiana.

      “Why, Captain Lige,” cried the Colonel, without ceremony, “and how do you find yourself to-day, suh? A good trip from Orleans? We did not look for you so soon.”

      “Tolluble, Colonel, tolluble,” said the young man, grasping the Colonel's hand. “Well, Colonel, I just called to say that I got the seventy bales of goods you wanted.”

      “Ephum” cried the Colonel, diving toward a counter where glasses were set out,—a custom new to Eliphalet,—“Ephum, some of that very particular Colonel Crittenden sent me over from Kentucky last week.”

      An old darkey, with hair as white as the Colonel's, appeared from behind the partition.

      “I 'lowed you'd want it, Marse Comyn, when I seed de Cap'n comin',” said he, with the privilege of an old servant. Indeed, the bottle was beneath his arm.

      The Colonel smiled.

      “Hope you'se well, Cap'n,” said Ephum, as he drew the cork.

      “Tolluble, Ephum,” replied the Captain. “But, Ephum—say, Ephum!”

      “Yes, sah.”

      “How's my little sweetheart, Ephum?”

      “Bress your soul, sah,” said Ephum, his face falling perceptibly, “bress your soul, sah, Miss Jinny's done gone to Halcyondale, in Kaintuck, to see her grandma. Ole Ephum ain't de same nigger when she's away.”

      The young Captain's face showed as much disappointment as the darkey's.

      “Cuss it!” said he, strongly, “if that ain't too bad! I brought her a Creole doll from New Orleans, which Madame Claire said was dressed finer than any one she'd ever seen. All lace and French gewgaws, Colonel. But you'll send it to her?”

      “That I will, Lige,” said the Colonel, heartily. “And she shall write you the prettiest note of thanks you ever got.”

      “Bless her pretty face,” cried the Captain. “Her health, Colonel! Here's a long life to Miss Virginia Carvel, and may she rule forever! How old did you say this was?” he asked, looking into the glass.

      “Over half a century,” said Colonel Carvel.

      “If it came from the ruins of Pompeii,” cried Captain Brent, “it might be worthy of her!”

      “What an idiot you are about that child, Lige,” said the Colonel, who was not hiding his pleasure. The Colonel could hide nothing. “You ruin her!”

      The bluff young Captain put down his glass to laugh.

      “Ruin her!” he exclaimed. “Her pa don't ruin her I eh, Ephum? Her pa don't ruin her!”

      “Lawsy, Marse Lige, I reckon he's wuss'n any.”

      “Ephum,” said the Colonel, pulling his goatee thoughtfully, “you're a damned impertinent nigger. I vow I'll sell you South one of these days. Have you taken that letter to Mr. Renault?” He winked at his friend as the old darkey faded into the darkness of the store, and continued: “Did I ever tell you about Wilson Peale's portrait of my grandmother, Dorothy Carvel, that I saw this summer at my brother Daniel's, in Pennsylvania? Jinny's going to look something like her, sir. Um! She was a fine woman. Black hair, though. Jinny's is brown, like her Ma's.” The Colonel handed a cigar to Captain Brent, and lit one himself. “Daniel has a book my grandfather wrote, mostly about her. Lord, I remember her! She was the queen-bee of the family while she lived. I wish some of us had her spirit.”

      “Colonel,” remarked Captain Lige, “what's this I heard on the levee just now about your shootin' at a man named Babcock on the steps here?”

      The Colonel became very grave. His face seemed to grow longer as he pulled his goatee.

      “He was standing right where you are, sir,” he replied (Captain Lige moved), “and he proposed that I should buy his influence.”

      “What did you do?”

      Colonel Carvel laughed quietly at the recollection

      “Shucks,” said he, “I just pushed him into the streets gave him a little start, and put a bullet past his ear, just to let the trash know the sound of it. Then Russell went down and bailed me out.”

      The Captain shook with laughter. But Mr. Eliphalet Hopper's eyes were glued to the mild-mannered man who told the story, and his hair rose under his hat.

      “By the way, Lige, how's that boy, Tato? Somehow after I let you have him on the 'Louisiana', I thought I'd made a mistake to let him run the river. Easter's afraid he'll lose the little religion she taught him.”

      It was the Captain's turn to be grave.

      “I tell you what, Colonel,” said he; “we have to have hands, of course. But somehow I wish this business of slavery had never been started!”

      “Sir,” said the Colonel, with some force, “God made the sons of Ham the servants of Japheth's sons forever and forever.”

      “Well, well, we won't quarrel about that, sir,” said Brent, quickly. “If they all treated slaves as you do, there wouldn't be any cry from Boston-way. And as for me, I need hands. I shall see you again, Colonel.”

      “Take supper with me to-night, Lige,” said Mr. Carvel. “I reckon you'll find it rather lonesome without Jinny.”

      “Awful lonesome,” said the Captain. “But you'll show me her letters, won't you?”

      He started out, and ran against Eliphalet.

      “Hello!” he cried. “Who's this?”

      “A young Yankee you landed here this morning, Lige,” said the Colonel. “What do you think of him?”

      “Humph!” exclaimed the Captain.

      “He has no friends in town, and he is looking for employment. Isn't that so, sonny?” asked the Colonels kindly.

      “Yes.”

      “Come, Lige, would you take him?” said Mr. Carvel.

      The young Captain looked into Eliphalet's face. The dart that shot from his eyes was of an aggressive honesty; and Mr. Hopper's, after an attempt at defiance, were dropped.

      “No,” said the Captain.

      “Why not, Lige?”

      “Well, for one thing, he's been listening,” said Captain Lige, as he departed.

      Colonel Carvel began to hum softly to himself:—

      “'One said it was an owl, and the other he said nay,

       One said it was a church with the steeple torn away,

       Look a' there now!'

      “I reckon you're a rank abolitionist,” said he to Eliphalet, abruptly.

      “I don't see any particular harm in keepin' slaves,” Mr. Hopper replied, shifting to the other foot.

      Whereupon the Colonel stretched his legs apart, seized his goatee, pulled his head down, and gazed at him for some time from under his eyebrows, so searchingly

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