With the light came fragrant zephyrs
of delicious coolness; the stillness of the night gave place to a
slight stir and rustle of foliage; chanticleers crowed lustily, with
no forebodings of their doom; the horses began to whinny for their
breakfasts, and the negroes to emerge from their quarters to greet
the light of this first fair day of freedom. Uncle Lusthah declared
"De millenyum yere sho!" Smoke rose from Aun' Jinkey's chimney, and
after the pone was baking on the hearth she came out on the doorstep
with her pipe to do a little "projeckin'." Even she was impressed
with the beauty and peacefulness of the morning. "En ter tink," she
ejaculated, "my honey's sleepin' lak a lil chile 'stead ob cryin' en
wringin' her han's nobody know whar! Wen dey gits ter mar'in' my
honey en she a bleatin' en a tremlin' like a lamb 'long a wolf dat
lickin' he chops ober her, den I say hit's time fer a smash up.
Marse Scoville look lak he 'tect her gin de hull worl'."
So thought Miss Lou herself. In her weariness and sense of security
she had slept soundly till the light grew distinct, when the birds
wakened her.
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