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gm expression of curiosity, stretching his neck and peering at _ some object a short distance away. The more he looked the more he seemed puzzled. “Hang me for a cheating Yankee ifI have ever seen any thing like that,” he muttered, walking slowly toward it. “ The object, viewed from his stand-point, seemed like a pair of human feet and legs sticking straight up in the air, They remained perfectly stationary, as though they were held there by some supernatural pewer. As Overton approached, he observed that the feet were bare and were of a black color. “ By the powers! but that beats every thing I ever did see, If them ain’t a pair of darkey’s feet, then my eyes ain’t worth a copper. Just hold on a minute till I see.” . icking up a stone, he hurled it at the objects mentioned, striking one with considerable force. It was seen to twinkle a moment, and then both feet instantly disappeared, and in their ey appested the black, ehining grinning face of Cato, a ey belonging to the family of a Mr. Sedley, a personage who is to play an important part in our story. “Yah! yah! yah!” he laughed, showing a magnificent set ofteeth; “yah! yah! yah! Dat you, massa Overton ?” “ Have you got a new way of walking, you black dog?” e. “Yah! yah! taking a nap—dat what dis child a-doin’.” “Have you heard any noe I’ve been sayin’ ?” | ot ee nuffin’. Felt somefin’ on my toe-nail though, s “If you've heard any thing [ve said, and go to blabbin’, I'll - pany pone in our black veri ne oe ~ * nuffin’,” repeated kicking up heels in greater merriment than ever. ileiia enh Cato, come here,” said the hunter, in a more pleasant voice. “ Don’t catch dis child dat way,” said the negro, edging off from the hunter as though he feared him. “I don’t want to hurt you. Come closer, I’ve got something to te you,” “Say it ont den.” a “Tm afraid some one might hear it ifI should speak it out Se vs Wohete bt dn, child iad Dis am his estates, and ’ “No t i ese parts, am an doesn’t ow intruders tocome around.” z “What do you do when they chance to come?” asked the _ unter, who seemed to have a singular desire to ingratiate __~ himself into the good graces of this negro, whom at any other time, he would have spurned with his foot, It was very evi- dent that this was the prelude to some plot that he had decided cComicbooks.com -- 4 y : oe ae ee s 7 « + a et, ae ” _ ‘ead oe Ne f« s 7 “ TAs rea J a ' ‘ af 5 re eG a