They won't fin’ her.”
“What makes you think Bull will tell
though, Pomp?”
“Well, Miss Em’ly I never did tins’dat
nigger, an’ w’ats more’n that, when dey passed
by de hill I was iu do woods an' seed 'om
pass. Dat nigger Bull had Marse Henry's
black rifle ami was riding biggoty jes' like it
b'longed to him. Yes, missy, he had Mars
11 i nry's long rifle, w’a tlie|was so proud of, an'
w'at I'so kep’bright an'tidy for nigh seventy
years."
And Pomp was troubled.
It was nearly two weeks after that when tlia
' battle was fought, and the yaukeo- ame back.
I They didn't past; through F , but so near
that tho firing could be plainly heard, and
■ that night old Pomp was gone.
I Even in those days of treachery nobody sus
j pected that Pomp had joined the yankees.
I But. where was he?
'f he question was left unsettled that long
; m.oimllght night, and just before day ths
wal hers at the big white house on the bill
j fell asleep.
j That morning old Pomp was at Ids little
I cabin next to the big bouse. The troubled
look was gone, and old I'omp was himself
again.
Over tho door his "ole missis" found her htis
i band’s rifle. It was brighter than ever, as it
j old I'omp bail made a special job of it.
I And at, tho shallow ford across Morning
crc< k. where the yankees hud crossed the
; night before, with the great staring eyes turned
! upward, ami a look of mortal terror pictured iu
I tho drawn face and parted Ups, was found tho
I body of the runaway Bull.
