LI 123 V Sneas ^Africanus AFRICANUS ^By Harry Stillwell Edwards PUBLISHED AT MACON, GEORGIA BY THE J.W. BURKE COMPANY NINETEEN HUNDRED AND TWENTY ! COPYRIGHT. 1920 THE J. W. BURKE COMPANY Gil 7 ^Author s ^Preface DEAR to the hearts of the Southern ers, young and old, is the vanishing type conspicuous in Eneas of this record; and as in a sidelight herein are seen the Southerners themselves, kind of heart, tolerant and apprecia tive of the humor and pathos of the negro s life. Eneas would have been arrested in any country other than the South. In the South he could have traveled his life out as the guest of his "white folks." Is the story true? Everybody says it is. 461096 Sneas ^Africanus Extract from the Atlanta Constitution of October 12, 1872 WHO HAS THIS CUP? MAJOR GEORGE E. TOMMEY ADVERTISES FOR HIS SILVER CUP. Editor Constitution, Atlanta, Ga. Dear Sir : I am writing to invoke your kind assistance in tracing an old family negro of mine who disappeared in 1864, between my stock farm in Floyd County and my home place, locally known as Tommeysville, in Jef ferson County. The negro s name was Eneas, a small, grey-haired old fellow and very talka tive. The unexpected movement of our army after the battle of Resaca, placed my stock farm in line of the Federal advance and ex- 4 Eneas Africanus posed my family to capture. My command, Tommey s Legion, passing within five miles of the place, I was enabled to give them warn ing, and they hurriedly boarded the last south bound train. They reached Jefferson County safely but without any baggage, as they did not have time to move a trunk. An effort was made to save the family silver, much of it very old and highly prized, especially a silver cup known in the family as the "Bride s Cup" for some six or eight generations and bearing the inscription : u Ye bryde whose lippes kysse myne And taste ye water an no wyne Shall happy live an hersel see A happy grandchile on each knee." These lines were surrounded with a wreath and surmounted by a knight s head, visor down, and the motto: "SEMPER FIDELIS." Eneas Africanus 5 This cup was hurriedly packed with other silver in a hair trunk and intrusted to Eneas with verbal instructions as to travel. He drove an old-fashioned, flea-bitten blooded mare to a one-horse wagon full of forage and carried all the Confederate money the family left, to pay his expenses. He was last seen, as I ascertained soon after the war from a wounded member of my command, about eight miles southeast of Atlanta, asleep in the wagon, the mare turning to the right instead of keeping the straight road to Macon. Eneas was a faithful negro, born and raised in the Tommey family and our belief is he was mur dered by army stragglers and robbed of the trunk. He had never been over the road he was traveling, as we always traveled to North Georgia by rail, shipping the horses likewise. His geographical knowledge consisted of a few names places to which I had at different 6 Eneas Africanus times taken him, and in the neighborhood of my home, such as Macon, Sparta, Louisville, and the counties of Washington and Jeffer son. If given a chance to talk he would prob ably confine himself to "Lady Chain," the mare he was driving; "Lightning," the noted four-mile stallion temporarily in my posses sion ; the Tommey family and our settlement, "Tommeysville." On these topics he could talk eighteen hours a day. I have no hope of ever seeing Eneas again, for if living he would have gotten back if he had to travel all over the South to do it, but there is a bare chance that the cup may be found, and I am writing to gratify my daugh ter, whose wedding day is approaching. All brides in the family, since 1670, have used this cup on their wedding days. If the cup was stolen, doubtless the thieves sold it, and if so, the holder may read these lines if they are Eneas Africanus 7 given publicity. I am willing to waive any question of ownership and purchase the cup at the holder s valuation, if within my power; or, if unwilling to sell, he may loan the cup for a few days. I shall be greatly obliged if you will publish this letter with a request that all Southern papers, daily and weekly, copy the same. Thanking you in advance and with all good wishes for your happiness and prosperity, I am, most respectfully, Your obed t servant, GEORGE E. TOMMEY, Late Major, Tommey s Legion, C. S. A. P. O., Louisville, Ga. Althea Lodge, Fayette Co., Ga. October 15, 1872. Maj. Geo. E. Tommey, Louisville, Ga. Dear Major Tommey: I read with deep 8 Eneas Africanus interest and sympathy your letter in the At lanta Constitution inquiring of a negro named Eneas. This man, I am sure, came to my house about twenty miles south of Atlanta in 1864. I remember the occasion perfectly, be cause he mentioned your name and one of my boys was serving in your command. I gave him shelter for the night and food for himself and horse. He insisted on sleeping in his wagon. He told me that the mare was famous on the race track and very valuable and he was afraid to leave her. This struck me as singular, at the time, because she seemed old and broken down. I did not see any trunk, but his wagon was full of hay and fodder and he may have had one hidden under it. Eneas asked me to put him on the road to Thomas- ville or so I understood him and I gave him explicit directions as far as Newnan, ad vising him to get more at that point. He was Eneas Africanus 9 gone when I arose next morning. I do hope you will find the old man, as well as the cup. I took quite a fancy to him. He gave me a very vivid description of yourself whom I had long wished to meet and of your home, the twelve-room house, lawn with its three fountains, beautiful lake and your hundred negroes in their painted cottages, etc. Excuse this rambling letter. Your name has stirred an old woman s memories. Sincerely your friend, MARTHA HORTON. P. S. My son William, who served in your command, married a Connecticut girl. Think of it, Major! But she proved to be a noble-hearted woman and has influenced him to give up tobacco and stimulants in every form. He travels this territory for a New York house. His wife is well connected, and one of her ancestors came over in the May- io Eneas Africanus flower. She is with me now and sends you her regards. Billy has convinced her that next to General Joseph Johnston, you were the brav est man in the Georgia armies. M. H. Talbotton, Ga., Oct. 18, 1872. Major George Tommey, Louisville, Ga. Sir: Read your letter in the Columbus Enquirer. I kept a livery stable here in 64 and saw the man you are huntin about that time. He drove a broken down old speckled grey mare he called Lady Chain, now that you mention it, and claimed she was in foal to "Lightning," the great four-mile horse. I took this for a joke along with some of the fairy stories he gave me about the Tommeys, but he was so polite and humble that I let him stay over night in the stable. Offered to pay me next morning, an seemed like he had about a bushel of Confedrit money; but I was long Eneas Africanus 1 1 on Confed myself and didn t let him put any more on me. Don t remember seein any trunk. He was on his way to Thomasville, so he said, and I giv him as much directions as he could carry. Very truly, WILLIAM PETERS. Thomas County, Oct. 19, 1872. Major George Tommey, Louisville, Ga. Dear Sir : My wife remembered your old nigger as soon as she read your letter in the paper, and so did I when she called it to my mind. He was a big talker all right, and sat on our back steps half the night talking about the Tommeys, their race horse, twenty-room house, yard with six fountains, and a whole tribe of niggers. We fed him and he slept in his wagon. Next day he wanted to pay me in Confederate money; was using a corn sack for a pocketbook, and it was most full. He moved 12 Eneas Africanus on to Thomasville, about six miles from here, but I don t think it was the place he was look ing for. I reckon it must have been "Tom- meysville" he was looking for. Major, I took a good look at Lady Chain and you ain t lost much if you never get her back, but if you don t find the nigger, you ve lost the champion liar of Georgia. I hope you get him back, but it s hardly possible a man talking like he did could last seven years on the public road. Respectfully, ABNER CUMMINGS. Thomasville, Ga., Oct. 19, 1872. Hon. Sir and Major: Your man Eneas came to my home in Thomasville in the winter of 65 or the fall of 64, in great distress. He said he had trav eled a thousand miles to get to Thomasville, but it wasn t the right Thomasville. He had Eneas Africanus 13 no idea of States, geography or direction. Claimed he lived in Jefferson County, next to Washington County, and as this describes two counties across the line in Florida, several people at different times had sent him over there. I gave him a letter to a friend over in Jefferson County near Tallahassee. He had an old grey mare he said was a famous race horse, but she didn t look it. Claimed she was in foal to the celebrated "Lightning," whose four-mile race in the mud at New Or leans I witnessed. I thought the old nigger was loose in the upper story. He had no trunk when here. Very truly, ANDREW LOOMIS. Tallahassee, Fla., Oct. 20, 1872. Major Geo. E. Tommey, Tommeysville, via Louisville, Ga. My Dear Sir: Eneas, your old negro, whose name I had forgotten until I read your 14 Eneas Africanus letter in a local paper, was on my plantation near here in 65. He came here very blue and utterly discouraged from Thomasville, Ga. Said he was looking for a little Thomasville owned by Major George E. Tommey. He brought a letter from a friend of mine. There are no Tommeys in this county, and no Thom asville, and not knowing what to do with him, I passed him along to Colonel Chairs, a friend in Washington County, which is on the gulf coast. Chairs wrote me that he had had a great deal of fun out of Eneas. The gulf as tonished him. He declared solemnly that he knew he was in the wrong Washington, be cause there were no oranges, or scrub palmet- toes, or big green spiders (crabs) in his, and the water had no salt in it. Eneas talked a good deal of Macon and Louisville, and there being a county and town so named, besides an other Thomasville, to the north in Alabama, Eneas Africanus 1 5 Chairs started him up that way. I am truly sorry the old man came to grief. He was a harmless old fellow, though a picturesque liar, as are many old negroes when they talk of their white folks. It is possible that Eneas had a trunk, but I have no recollection of seeing one in his pos session. Yours very truly, RANDOLPH THOMAS. Louisville, Ala., Oct. 28, 1872. Major Tommey, Louisville, Ga. Sir: A ole nigger name of enus come by hyar in the firs yer atter the war with er old mare an er colt he claim was by the lightnin. He was lokin for a tomusville, an I tried to show him the way back to tomusville, in Georgia, but he got mad and wanted to fight me, an ef he hadnt ben er ole man I would have busted him open. Mr. tommy, you wont 1 6 Eneas A fric anus never see yo nigger no more less he mends his way of acktin when you are tryin to help him. Respectfull, sir, yours, POMPEY WILEY (Colored) . He lef hyar for Macon County. Barton, Washington County, Ala. Major G. E. Tommey, Louisville, Ga. Dear Sir: Your negro, Eneas, came to my place in this county in 1865, I think, from a little village named Thomasville to the north east. He was very poor and his pathetic story appealed to my sympathies. I let him have some rations and a piece of land and he planted a cotton crop. He married a young mulatto woman on my place that year, and when he left here about Christmas, 1866, car ried with him a young baby besides the old mare and her colt. The colt, by the way, was a beauty. Eneas A fric anus 17 Eneas was a puzzle to me, though I have lived among negroes all my life. His stories of you and your place were marvels. But for the fact that he held the mare and colt in your name, refusing dozens of offers for the latter when in dire need, I should have put him down a reckless romancer. He began preaching here among the negroes and proved to be a most eloquent spiritual advocate. He claimed to be the pastor of a big congregation at home. I heard him on one occasion when he baptized forty converts and was thrilled by his imagery and power. Eneas knew nothing of geography beyond the names of a few towns and counties. Hear ing of a Macon and Louisville over in Mis sissippi, he gathered his household goods into his wagon in December, 66. I do hope you will yet find him. Suppose you make inquiries 1 8 Eneas Africanus through the African Methodist Church? He ought to be a bishop by this time. Very respectfully, JAMES TALLY, Attorney at Law. Sunshine Parsonage, Washington County, Mississippi. Major Geo. E. Tommey, Louisville, Ga. My Dear Sir: I was greatly interested in your letter copied into our county paper from the Atlanta Constitution, concerning Eneas Tommey. He was here in 1868 or 1869 with a wife and several children. They came in a one-horse wagon drawn by an old grey mare he called Lady Chain, and followed by a splendid young colt he declared was from celebrated racing stock. An almost worn out pass from his mistress, Mrs. Tommey, though it bore no date or address, saved the old man Eneas Africanus 19 from arrest. His story, that he was lost and on his way home, though remarkable, was possible, and he was not molested. The narra tive of his wanderings interested me greatly. He came up the river the Mississippi from Jefferson County, trying to find a ford. He had heard of a Washington parish and a Thomasville in Louisiana, and was trying to reach them. He rented a piece of land near here and raised a crop, leaving in 1869 for Jefferson County, Alabama. I gave him a letter to a minister in that county. Very truly, (Rev.) JOHN SIMMS. P. S. I regret to say that after leaving here, Eneas, though an active minister of the Gospel, suffered the young horse to be entered in a county race. I understand that he won about $75. Allowance, however, must be made for the old man s necessities and dis tress. J. S. 2O Eneas Africanus Idlewilde, Jefferson County, Ala. October 26, 1872. Major Geo. E. Tommey, Louisville, Ga. My Dear Sir : A Birmingham paper to-day gave me the explanation of a mystery that has puzzled my family for several years, when it reproduced your letter to the Atlanta Consti tution. Eneas or the Rev. Eneas Tommey, as he called himself came here in 1869 w i tn a grey mare, and a splendid young horse, which he claimed was of marvelous speed, and a letter from a friend of mine in Missis sippi. He also brought a wife and two chil dren. To the latter he added a third before leaving. My daughter was greatly interested in the old man s remarkable story, and made an effort to help him. She took down a letter to you, which he dictated, made seven copies of it and sent one to every Thomasville in the South. They all came back to her. By good Eneas Africanus 21 luck she retained one for her scrapbook, and I enclose it that you may see how the faithful old fellow was trying to reach you. He stayed around here farming and preaching until 1870 when, hearing from a horse trader of a Macon and a Sparta in Tennessee, he moved on. He had no trunk with him, and I am afraid your cup is gone. Very truly, (Rev.) AMOS WELLS. P. S. I am informed that Eneas partici pated in a horse race in Birmingham after leaving here, and won a great deal of money. A.W. Letter of Eneas inclosed in that of Rev. Mr. Wells: Marse George : I am loss in er distric called Yellerhama, by a town name o Burn- ingham. Ef you knows whar Burningham is, 22 Eneas Africanus fer God s sake come ter me fer I can t git ter you ! Me an Lady Chain is plum wore out. Marse George, I been ter firs one an den ernuther Thomasville, year in an year out, tell thar ain t no sense in hit. An I ain t hit de right one yit. Evy yuther place is name Thomasville er Macon er Washington er Jefferson. Evybody knows whar I wanter go but me, an shows me de road; but all I kin do is ter keep er movin . De firs Thomasville I got ter I got back fo times. Hit was harder ter lose it than hit was ter find it ! Marse George, I come ter one pond I couldn t see ercross an de water warn t no count. The last Thomasville was out most ter sundown an I was headin fer ernuther when I struck er creek er mile wide an Lady Chain couldn t wade hit, so we turn back. Marse George, Lady Chain s colt come, back in the secon Jefferson, an he sholy is ole Eneas Africanus 23 Lightnin s colt; long-legged, big-footed an iron grey. I been tryin him out hyar an thar an thar ain t nothin kin tech him. Marse George, I got ernuther wife down in de third Washington an am bringin her erlong. She weighs one hundred and sixty, an picks fo hundred pounds er cotton er day. She b longs ter you, same as me an Lady Chain an de colt. Marse George, er horse trader goin by told me erbout some more Macons an Spartas an Jeffersons an Washingtons up de country fum hyar an ef I don t git word fum you by nex month, I m gointer move erlong. Marse George, ef you knows whar I is fum dis hyar letter an can t come yo self, sen fer me. I m sick o de road an wanter git home. Do somp n an do it quick ! Yo ole nigger, ENEAS. 24 Eneas Africanus Macon, Term., Oct. 30, 1872. Maj. George E. Tommey, Louisville, Ga. My Dear Sir: Eneas was here in 1869 or 1870 and remained about a year preaching at Mt. Zion and other places in the county. I do not know when I ever met a more original and entertaining talker. His description of your colonial house with its forty rooms, white columns and splendid parks has aroused in me a strong desire to visit the place if I am ever able to come to Georgia. I know it must have suffered from the ravages of the war, but doubtless enough remains to show its former magnificence. I am especially anxious to see the great lake with its flock of swans, and the twelve fountains on your lawn. My mother is a Georgian and have often heard her describe the natural beauties of the State. There is a feeling with us all that at last it is "home" and that some day we shall all assem- Eneas Africanus 25 ble in dear old Monroe county where grandpa was born. Eneas brought with him to this place a grey mare that was, he said, a famous race horse, and that the father of her colt was the greatest horse in the world. I had forgotten their names until I read your letter. Eneas insisted that you lived at Thomasville next to Wash ington and Jefferson Counties, and near a town named Louisville. There are towns and counties of the same names in this State and he left to visit them. He seemed to have plenty of money. I hope you will hear from him yet, but I am afraid the trunk is gone. He had none when here. Sincerely yours, MARY ADKINS. Louisville, Tenn., Oct. 27, 1872. Sir : Don t you worry about old Eneas. He came here in or about 70 with a grey mare, 26 Eneas Africanus a long-legged race horse, a young wife and three children, and give out that he was a min ister of the Gospel. They stayed on my place and there were four children when they left. He was a preacher all right, cause I heard him time and again, but all the same he was the biggest liar in Tennessee at that time, and that s a great record for any man. Major, if half he said about you and your place is true, you ought to be President. You must have owned all the niggers in Georgia, and your home must be spread over all three of them counties he has been looking for ever since freedom. About that Lightning colt he cer tainly looks it. Eneas slipped him into a free- for-all up here and him and a strange white man about busted the county. I offered him $500 for the colt, but he said your price was $20,000. Considering you had never seen him, I thought that a little high and him and Eneas Africanus 27 me didn t trade. Next day he was gone. Oh, you Eneas ! Say, Major, if he ever gets back, and he will, for you can t lose that kind of man for good, better nail down everything mov able including them twelve fountains. Yours, TOM JOHNSON. P. S. I say ; twelve fountains ! P. S. S. Forty-four rooms ! Gosh ! is the Legion still with you ? Washington County, N. C., Oct. 20, 1872. Maj. George E. Tommey, Louisville, Ga. My Dear Major : Your old negro has been on my plantation for about a year farming and preaching and romancing. He came straight through Tennessee and North Caro lina, touching Sparta, Louisville, Washington and Jefferson Counties in the former, and the towns of Jefferson, Sparta and Macon in this 28 Eneas Africanus State before he found me. I am affectionately known all over this section of the State as "Major Tommy," and as the old negro was looking for "Major Tommey," somebody put him on my trail. He soon had me treed, but was greatly disappointed when he saw me. However, that did not keep him from paying me a year s visit. Eneas is a queer character wisdom of the serpent and simplicity of a child. His story, probably growing with age like the stories of some of our veterans, has beguiled many a lonely hour for me, but not until I read your letter in the Richmond Dis patch did I give him credit for many facts in it. The young race horse is certainly a fine animal and should you decide to sell him I trust you will give me the refusal. Eneas won several purses up here in local races. It seems he has a new name for his horse everywhere he goes. He says it keeps him from getting Eneas Africanus 29 "too common." When Eneas was not plow ing or racing, his favorite occupation was preaching, his subject usually being the wan- dering of the Hebrews in the desert. He left here for Jefferson, S. C. I am sorry to say, I heard no mention of your lost cup, and if he had any trunk I was not informed of it. With regards for yourself and all good wishes for the young bride, I am, Very sincerely yours, THOMAS BAILEY, (Late) Major I3th N. C. Volunteers, C.S.A. Extract from Columbia (S. C.) Register, October 27, 1872: One of the surprises of yesterday s races came in the free-for-all two-mile dash, which was won by "Chainlightning," entered by an old negro man calling himself Eneas Tom- mey, who claims the horse was sired by the 30 Eneas Africanus celebrated stallion Lightning, and that the dam, which he drives to a one-horse wagon on his way to Georgia, is "Lady Chain." She was certainly a tired looking old lady. Eneas arrived late and at once attracted attention by his unique appearance and his limitless faith in Chainlightning. His story and the splen did horse interested some stablemen and after a private demonstration they succeeded in getting him entered and a rider engaged. In the get-off Chainlightning took the lead and gave a marvelous exhibition of speed. He led the bunch by a hundred yards at the end of the first mile and by nearly three hundred at the end of the second. He was then going strong and the efforts of the rider to stop him re sulted in a runaway. When he came around the third time the crowd blocked the track and brought him to a standstill, but his rider was thrown. Eneas won $200. It is not known Eneas Africanus 3 1 how his backers fared, but it is supposed that they cleaned up a good pile on the side. Eneas left on yesterday, going toward Augusta, Ga. It was suggested afterwards that this may have been the man advertised for in the At lanta Constitution by a Major Tommey, of Louisville, Ga., a few weeks ago. The matter will be brought to his attention. One reason for the sudden departure of the old negro, who had become quite a hero among members of his race, is said to be a movement to elect him to the State Senate. Louisville, Ga. (Correspondence Macon Telegraph and Messenger, Oct. 31, 72.) Your correspondent on Thursday last was the favored guest of Major George E. Tommey, the famous commander of the Tommey Legion, which rendered conspicuous service to the Confederacy as part of Johnston s 32 Eneas A fricanus afterwards Hood s army, in the Tennessee and North Georgia campaigns. The Major lives about twelve miles from this place at Tommeysville, as his plantation is called. His delightful residence is one of the old- fashioned two-story houses with broad hall and verandahs and two large wings, and is situated in a beautiful grove of oak and hickory. The broad lawn in front abounds with roses and among them is a tiny fountain with a spray. Beyond the house lie the barns and the negro quarters and a small artificial lake where ducks abound. Sherman s army missed the charming spot and the only sugges tion of the late unpleasantness is the Major s sword crossed with the colors of the Legion over the broad fireplace at the end of the hall. The occasion of your correspondent s visit was the marriage of the Major s only daugh ter, Beauregarde Forrest, to Mirabeau Lamar Eneas Africanus 33 Temple, of Dallas, Texas. The bride, a petite brunette of great beauty, entered life eighteen years ago, inheriting her mother s name, but by the act of the Georgia Legislature this was changed in honor of the two heroes of the Confederacy dear to the heart of her illustri ous father. The groom bears the name of two Georgia families long ago transplated to the Lone Star State and is an attorney of great promise. The wedding supper was charming in its simplicity and homeliness, using the word in its original sense. The broad back porch be tween the two wings was closed in with smilax and the feast was spread on d great home made table twenty feet in diameter. Seats were placed for forty. Such a display of deli cacies and substantials has not been seen in this section since the good old days before the war. The low growing ferns and cut-flowers 34 Eneas Africanus of the decorations there by the hundreds did not hide the guests smiling faces. Wine, the famous scuppernong of the Major s own vintage, was the only stimulant visible, for the Major and his good lady are almost total ab stainers. When the guests were seated a grace was pronounced by the Rev. Mr. Thig- pen, and fun and merriment broke loose. Toast after toast was given and sentiment and the poets were interspersed with songs from the family negroes assembled in the backyard by a gigantic bonfire. Some of the songs were of exquisite harmony and pathos. Freedom, so far, had brought but little of brightness into the lives of these humble people. A dramatic situation that will one day enter into a story, came during the supper festivi ties. A sudden excitement among the negroes was followed by cries, some of merriment and some of fear, and by a stampede of the Eneas Africanus 35 juniors. In the red light of the bonfire an old negro suddenly appeared, reining up a splen did grey horse. The old man was seated in a red-wheeled road cart, enveloped in a flop ping linen duster, and wore a silk hat. His "Whoa, Chainlightning!" resounded all over the place. Then he stood up and began to shout about Moses and the Hebrew chil dren being led out of Egypt into the promised land. Major Tommey listened for a brief in stant and rushed out. The newcomer met him with an equal rush and their loud greetings floated back to us clear as the notes of a plan tation bell: "Eneas, you black rascal, where have you been?" "O! Lord, Marse George! Glory be ter God! Out o de wilderness! De projeckin son am back ergin!" "It s Eneas!" screamed the little bride, gathering up her skirts and rushing out. In 36 Eneas Africanus the strong light, as the wedding party hur riedly followed, we could see the old negro hanging to his master as he filled the night with his weird cries. Catching the excitement, the negroes around began to moan and chant, taking their text from the old man s words. "Where have you been, sir?" The Major was trying to free himself and choking with tears and laughter. U A11 over de blessed worl , Marse George ! But I m home ergin ! You hyar me, niggers? home ergin!" "Stop, sir!" But suddenly the old man grew rigid in the grasp of a momentous thought. His voice sank to a whisper audible to only a few of us : "Marse George, wha s Nancy?" "Nancy is dead, Eneas," said the Major, sadly. "Thank God!" said the old man fervently. Eneas Africanus 37 "Where is my trunk, Eneas?" The old negro was making a horn of his hands and giving the plantation halloo. With his eyes |set on the banking shadows beyond the fire, he waited, an inscrutable smile on his wrinkled face. Presently, into the circle of light came an old grey mare, drawing a wagon in which sat a yellow woman, hovering a small colony of children. U I done brought you a whole bunch o new Yellerhama, Burningham niggers, Marse George ! Some folks tell me dey is free, but I know dey b long ter Marse George Tommey des like Lady Chain and her colt! Marse George, you oughter see dat horse "Where is the trunk?" repeated the Major, laughing and wiping his eyes. "Where did you leave it, Eneas?" "I ain t left hit," said Eneas, indignantly. "Git out o dat wagon, niggers, fo I bus 3 8 Eneas Africanus somer you wide open!" The little colony fel] over the wheels like cooters from a log, and drawing aside the hay that had held them, Eneas brought forth a time and weather defy ing hair trunk. He heaved a mighty sigh of relief as he dropped it on the ground : "Dar tis, Marse George, an I sho is glad to git shut o dat ol bunch o hide an hair!" The bride danced and clapped her tiny hands : "My cup! My cup! Get it! Quick! O, please somebody open the trunk!" Major Tommey picked up an axe and with one blow sliced off the ancient lock. From its snug nest in cotton batting, the bride lifted a shining cup, the cup, Mr. Editor, advertised in your columns a few weeks ago. A bucket rattled down in the nearby well and the bride groom came with a great gourd to fill it. Then he read aloud the quaint inscription : Eneas Africanus 39 u Ye bryde whose lippes kysse myne An taste ye water an no wyne Shall happy live and hersel see A happy grandchile on each knee." The little woman accepted the challenge with the cup, and smiling up to the face of her husband sipped of the crystal draught and handed him the cup. He, too, drank, but the slight flush on the bride s face was as nothing to the fiery scarlet of his own when a storm of applause greeted the act. Eneas had drawn the Major aside and pro duced an old strap pocketbook stuffed with bills. u Marse George," he began, u de bag o yaller war money what dey gimme warn t no good over yonner whar I been. Countin dc c llections I tuck up in the church an what 4-O Eneas Africanus I winned on de track wid Chainlightnin an ain t spent " "Keep it, Eneas," said the Major, almost exploding with laughter, and patting the old man on the shoulder, "that bunch of Burn- ingham Yellerhama niggers more than squares us!" THIS BOOK IS DUE ON THE LAST DATE STAMPED BELOW AN INITIAL FINE OF 25 CENTS WILL BE ASSESSED FOR FAILURE TO RETURN THIS BOOK ON THE DATE DUE. THE PENALTY WILL INCREASE TO SO CENTS ON THE FOURTH DAY AND TO $1.OO ON THE SEVENTH DAY OVERDUE. NOV 11 1^33 NOW 12 1933 Kov 13 ^33 ?y. ! V - MAY 6 1935 vni\i vj ** UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY