Corbet's negro man, Sam,
on the top of a barrel, with a bit of leather, cut in the shape of
spectacles, astride of his nose, where he stood swinging his arms, and
preaching, after the manner of his master, mimicking his tone and manner
very shrewdly, to the great delight and merriment of the young rogues
who did set him on. We stood in the door a while to hear him, and, to
say the truth, he did wonderfully well, being a fellow of good parts and
much humor. But, just as he was describing the Devil, and telling his
grinning hearers that he was not like a black but a white man, old Mr.
Corbet, who had come up behind him, gave him a smart blow with his cane,
whereupon Sam cried,--
"Dare he be now!" at which all fell to laughing.
"You rascal," said Mr. Corbet, "get down with you; I'll teach you to
compare me to the Devil."
"Beg pardon, massa!" said Sam, getting down from his pulpit, and rubbing
his shoulder. "How you think Sam know you? He see nothing; he only
feel de lick.
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