The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1852-03-25

.No, Mr.. Scip, shall not 90 10 sleep.

| No, Mr.. sep, snail not go 10 sleep.
wish to hear the whole story
"Well, then, Mas'r Harry, here goes
You done stay from home long time.--
Who know whar you war? All the WORD
we get--'Send my letters to B.; Send
imy letters TO S. Send nv letters TO
Co. Mighty hol weather. know right
well that Mistress fret about you. Miss
Winnie looked troubled. onoasylike, about
her brother. | know they think you gel
lick. Ono day mistress say To me, 'Sciplo,
she say, "where is your Master IIarryg"
Gracious know, Mistress. no, Scip; but |
glib one opinion. --scip better go and see.
Whatever Mas Harry are adoin' OF, It's
plain he are not adoin' Of il easy, and it
are nv opinion dat Scp better 90 and help
him" Every well. Scipo, YOU can 60"
saws Mistress; Sand # lie doesn't like you
YOU can tell him tina, sen, you about Mr..
Sanborn's otler to buy the crop" So |
done come; and, true for me, fad Mas
Harry want help mighty bad. White folks
has moi berry good sense"
swell, no matter for the small partieu-
liars. You found me sick. What did you
iIo?"
"Do2 Whv, done pick You up, and
fotch you into the nearest house."
"You don't mean TO say thai you brought
me into this house without permission?"
Mas Harry" said Scipio, erecting him
self 10 bis fall height, and throwing his
right foot aud arm into an eocutionary at
titude, "sou know | can make a speech, all
the same as Patrick Henry. .Madam,'
SAYS |, "come, to old Vifginny. Will we
ask yop whar YOU come irom--who You
are! No, Madam, we know too well what
belong TO de stranger. Oar hospitabie
doors sinnd cher opeu. Old Virsinnyoiten
called de land of hospitality, and she de-
serve her own entitlc. Come among nv
masters kin. See if you be turned from
The doors Of The Dinwiddies or the Leigh
tons ala! What! Leightops and Din.
widIes." sass the lady; here has been a
great mistake'' I don't know rightly how
il was, Ms Harry, but YOU done seem all
On sudden TO become kin to her. Ahem
-sou moughi, mas be. gel TO be nigh kin.
some day; moRgh. yen know. Mas Hurry,
anil then, again you moughtat White
fo'ks is mighty uncertain"
The truth was that Mrs. Clifton had
wished an excuse lnr rel9utina in the Sc
verify Of her purpose towards me; aud she
| had unexpectedly found il in the remem.
brance ol an cid school-friendsbip with my
mother, Wiuitrcd Leighton. Had she
been less prejudiced, she might have recog.
nized nv claims sooner, for the name #
Henry Dinwddie had been reiterated in
her reluctant ears.
| | have forgiven her ali that however,
since she has made suitable repara,ion for
the wrongs she did me. She has permit
ted renewal of the old family intimacy
She has even carried it 50 fur as to insist
that shall annually accompany my be-
loved wife, Mrs Margnre, Dinwiddie. with
n flock Of rosy checked Virginia rhildrep.
10 pass the Christmas HOLIDAYS with her.
am now on my way 10 NEE, this requisi,ion,
and tomorrow hope to meet at S. the
precious company which sent by the low
er less ta,iguing route, under the guardian
ship and guidance of Scipio Africanns.--
Scipio would be deeply mortified, if any
of these annual pilgrimages should be un
der,aken withou, him on the carriage box.
His great delight is 10 boast of his own ey-
poirs; and he is particularly at home in a
story he tells Of his Master Harry once
taking fancy TO 90 deer hunting, and
scoring up right smart chance of game.
but nosfbeing able to bring it down, till
s'dat black dog, Scip, come on and help him
lpomerful"