...! he cried. Oh — a Lord!-ha! Ha! Ha!-a-a! Do you give it up? We gave it up. He! he!-e-e-e! he began, he-e-e-e! It was a strong buck nigger, who had run away from his boss in Georgia four years before. He had lived there ever since. He was as black as coal, and every night used to walk about in his shirt-tail, and frighten the folks round about out of their five senses! ...