h brought me back two antiquated hens, and a pound of fresh butter, without a cent to spare, as he solemnly swore!
There is no such thing as making one joint serve twice — it doesn't suit them; and if you preach economy, the villains grumble without end, and think you are stingy, or, what is worse, whisper that Massa's gettin‘ like de Yankees, now he's up Norf!
There's Benton yonder, singing a song among the pots, said another;
for two months he regularly went over the fields to Dr. Edward's, and asked for milk and butter for the sick, and on returning to camp sold the former at one dollar fifty cents per gallon, and the butter at one dollar per pound!
His master was enraged when informed of it, and made his hide tingle, for he is well treated and has enough to spend.
Besides, these fellows not only cook for us, but hire themselves out to different messes, and what with charging the poor boys ten cents each for washing a pair of socks or a handkerchief, bartering, buying w