"Thank, Marster; I's come to ax Marster what I done to 'splease Mars?"
"Displease me! Why, what has put that notion into your head?"
"I dunno, Mars, what I's done, but I's skeared Mars mout be set agin
me, 'cause he say he gwine sen' me offen de plantation."
Then Harry explained that he was to be set free, and eagerly enlarged
upon the delights of liberty. The hog-feeder listened, but was
unmoved: he obstinately declined to accept his freedom, his plea being
that "the varments" would "'stroy up his creeturs" if he were not
there to look after them.
"De black sow, she got a fine litter o' pigs now, an' de foxes is
a'ter 'em de blessed time."
After this no more could be urged, and Jerry, scraping his foot, went
out with a mind full of content.