I was so miserable! A whole endless hour dragged along.Ⓐalteration in the MS Oh, why didn't he come, why didn't he come! wouldn't he ever come, and I so in need of his help and comfort!

It was awfully still and solemn and midnighty, and this made me feel creepy and shivery and afraid of ghosts; and that was natural, for the placeⒶalteration in the MS was foggyⒶemendation with them, as Ernest Wasserman said,Ⓐalteration in the MS who was the most unexact person in his language in the whole castle, foggy beingⒶemendation a noun of multitude and not applicable to ghosts, for they seldom appear in large companies, but mostly by ones and twos, and then—oh, then, whenⒶalteration in the MS they go flitting by in the gloom like forms made of delicateⒶalteration in the MS smoke, and you see the furniture through them—

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MyⒶemendation, what is that! . . . . I heard it again! . . . . I was quaking like a jellyⒶalteration in the MS, and my heart was so cold and scared! Such a dry, bony noise, such a kl—lackety klackclackⒶemendation, kl—lackety klackclack!—dull, muffled, far away down the distant caverns and corridors—but approaching! oh, dear, approaching! It shriveled me up like a spider in a candle-flame, and I sat scrunched together and quivering, the way the spider does in his death-agony,Ⓐalteration in the MS and I said to myself, “skeletons a-coming, oh, what shall I do!”

Do? Shut my door, of course!Ⓐalteration in the MS if I had the strength to get to it—which I wouldn't have, on my legs, I knew it well; but I collapsedⒶalteration in the MS to the floor and crawledⒶemendation to the door, and panted there and listened, to see if the noiseⒶalteration in the MS was certainly coming my way—which it was!—and I tookⒶalteration in the MS a look; and away down the murky hall a long square of moonlight lay across the floor, and a tall figure was capering across it, with both hands held aloft and violently agitated and clacking out that clatter—Ⓐalteration in the MSand next moment the figure was across and blotted out in the darkness, but not the racket, which was getting loud and sharp, now—then I pushed the door to, and creptⒶemendation back a piece and lay exhausted and gasping.

It came, and came,—that dreadful noise—straight to my door, then that figure capered in and slammed the door to, and went on capering gaily all around me and everywhere about the room; and it was not a skeleton; no, it was a tall manⒺexplanatory note, clothed in the loudest and most clownish and outlandishⒶalteration in the MS costume, with a vast white collar that stood above its ears, and a battered hat like a bucket, tipped gallusly to one side, and betwixtⒶalteration in the MS the fingers of the violent hands were curved fragments of dry bone which smote together and made that terrible clacking; and the man'sⒶalteration in the MS mouth reached clear across his face and was unnaturally red, and had extraordinarily thick lips, and the teethⒶalteration in the MS showed intensely white between them, and the face was as black as midnight. It was a terrible and ferocious spectre, and would bound as high as the ceiling, and crack its heels together, and yah-yah-yah! like a fiend, and keep the bones going, and soon it broke into a song in a sort of bastard English,

“Buffalo gals can't you come out to-night,
Can't you come out to-night,
[begin page 355] Can't you come out to-night,
O,Ⓐalteration in the MS Buffalo gals can't you come out to-night—
A-n-dⒶemendation dance by de light er de moon!”

And then it burst out with a tremendous clatter of laughter, and flung itself furiously over and over in the air like the wings of a windmill in a gale, and landed with a whack! on its feet alongside of me and looked down at me and shouted most cheerfully—

“Now den, Misto' Johnsing, how does yo' corporsosity seem to segashuate!”

I gasped out—

“Oh, dread being, have pity, oh—if—if—”

“Bress yo' soul, honey, I ain' no dread being, I's Cunnel Bludso's nigger fum Souf C'yarlina, en I's heah th'ee hund'd en fiftyⒶalteration in the MS year ahead o' time, caze you's down in de mouf en I got to 'muse you wid de banjoⒶalteration in the MS en make you feel all right en comfy agin.Ⓐalteration in the MS So you jist lay whah you is, boss, en listen to de music;Ⓐalteration in the MS I gwineterⒶemendation sing to you, honey, de way de po' slave-niggers singsⒶalteration in the MS when dey's sol' away fum dey home en is homesick en down in de mouf.”

ThenⒶalteration in the MS out of nowhere he got that thing that he called a banjo, and sat down and propped his left ancle on his right knee, and canted his bucket-hat a litde further and more gallusly over his ear, and rested the banjo in his lap, and set the grip of his left fingers on the neck of it high up, and fetched a brisk and most thrillingⒶalteration in the MS rake across the strings low down, giving his head a toss of satisfaction, as much as to say “I reckon that gets in to where you live, oh I guess not!” Then he canted his head affectionately toward the strings, and twisted the pegs at the top and tuned the thing up with a musical plunkety-plunkⒶemendation or so; then he re-settled himself in his chair and lifted up his black face toward the ceiling, grave, far-away, kind of pathetic, and began to strum soft and low—and then! Why then his voice began to tremble out and float away toward heaven —such a sweet voice, such a divine voice, and so touching—

“Way down upon de Swanee river,
Far, far away,
Dah's whah my heart is turnin' ever,
Dah's whah de ole folks stay.”
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And so on, verse after verse, sketching his humble lost home, and the joys of his childhood, and the black faces that had been dear to him, and which he would look upon no more—and there he sat lost in it, with his face lifted up that way, and there was never anything so beautiful, never anything so heart-breaking, oh, never any music like it below the skies! and by the magic of it that uncouth figure lost its uncouthness and became lovely like the song, because it so fitted the song, so belonged to it, and was such a part of it, so helped to body forth the feeling of it and make it visible, as it were, whereas a silken dress and a white face and white graces would have profaned it, and cheapened its noble pathos.

I closed my eyes, to try if I could picture to myself that lost home; and when the last notes were dying away, and apparently receding into the distance, I opened them again: the singer was gone, my room was gone, but afar off the home was there, a cabin of logs nestling under spreading trees, a soft vision steeped in a mellow summer twilight—and steeped in that music, too, which was dying, dying, fading, fading; and with it faded the vision, like a dream, and passed away; and as it faded and passed, my room and my furniture began to dimly reappear—spectrally, with the perishing home showing vaguely, through it,Ⓐalteration in the MS as through a veil; and when the transformation was accomplished my room was its old self again, my lights were burning, and in the black man's placeⒶalteration in the MS sat Forty-Four beaming a self-complimenting smile. He said—

“Your eyes are wet; it's the right applause. But it's nothing, I could fetch that effect if they were glass. Glass? I could do it if they were knot-holes. Get up, and let's feed.”

I was so glad to see him again! The very sight of him was enough to drive away my terrors and despairsⒶalteration in the MS and make me forget my deplorable situation. And then there was that mysterious soul-refreshmentⒶemendation, too, that always charged the atmosphere as withⒶalteration in the MS wine and set one's spirits a-buzzing whenever he came about, and made you perceive thatⒶalteration in the MS he was come, whether he was visible or not.

***When we had finished feeding,Ⓐalteration in the MS he lit his smoke-factory and we drew up to the fire to discuss my unfortunate situation and see what could be done about it. We examined it all around, and I said [begin page 357] it seemed to me that the first and most urgent thing to be done was to stop the lady's-maid's gossiping mouth and keep her from compromising Marget; I said the master hadn't a doubt that she would spread the factⒶalteration in the MS of the unpleasant incident of an hour or two ago. Next, I thought we ought to stop that marriage, if possible. I concluded with—

“Now, 44, the case is full of intolerable difficulties, as you see, but do try and think of some way out of them, won't you?”

To my grief I soon saw that he was settling down into one of his leather-headed moods. Ah, how often they came upon him when there was a crisis and his very brightest intelligence was needed!

He said he saw no particular difficulties in the situation if I was right about it: the firstⒶemendation and main necessity was to silence the maid and stop Schwarz from proceeding with his marriage—and then blandlyⒶalteration in the MS Ⓐemendation proposed that we kill both of them!

It almost made me jump out of my clothes. I said it was a perfectly insane idea, and if he was actually in earnest—

He stopped me there, and the argument-lust rose in his dull eye. It always made me feel depressed to see that look, because he loved to get a chance to show off how he could argue, and it was so dreary to listen to him—dreary and irritating, for when he was in one of his muddy-minded moods he couldn't argue any more than a clam. He said, big-eyed and asinine—

“What makes you think it insane, August?”

What a hopeless question! what could a person answer to such a foolishness as that?

“Oh, dear, me,” I said, “can't you see that it's insane?”

He looked surprised, puzzled, pathetically mystified forⒶemendation a little while, then said—

“Why, I don't see how you make it out, August. We don't need those people, you know. No one needs them, so far as I can see. There's a plenty of them around, you can get as many as you want. Why, August, you don't seem to have any practical ideas—business ideas. You stay shut up here, and you don't know about these things. There's dozens and dozens of those people.Ⓐalteration in the MS I can turn out and in a couple of hours I can fetch a whole swarm of—”

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“Oh, wait, 44! Dear meⒶemendation, is supplying their places the whole thing? is it the important thing? Don't you suppose they would like to have something to say about it?”

That simple aspect of it did seem to work its way into his head—after boring and tugging a moment or two—and he said, as one who had received light—

“Oh, I didn't think of that. Yes—yes, I see now.” Then he brightened, and said, “but you know, they've got to dieⒶalteration in the MS anyway, and so the when isn't any matter. HumanⒶalteration in the MS beings aren't of any particularⒶalteration in the MS consequence; there's plenty more, plenty. Now then, after we've got them killed—”

“Damnation, we are not going to kill them!—now don't say another word about it; it's a perfectly atrocious idea; I should think you would be ashamed of it; and ashamed to hang to it and stick to it the way you do, and be so reluctant to give it up. Why, you act as if it was a child, and the first one you ever had.”

He was crushed, and looked it. It hurt me to see him look cowed, that way; it made me feel mean, and as if I had struck a dumb animal that had been doing the best it knew how,Ⓐalteration in the MS and not meaning any harm; and at bottom I was vexed at myself for being so rough with him at such a time; for I know at a glance when he has a leather-headed mood on, and that he is not responsible when his brains have gone mushyⒶalteration in the MS; but I just couldn't pull myself together right offⒶalteration in the MS and say the gentle word and pet away the hurt I had given. I had to take time to it and work down to it gradually. But I managed it, and by and by his smiles came back, and his cheer, and then he was all right again, and as grateful as a child to see me friends with him once more.

Then he went zealously to work on the problem again, and soon evolved another scheme. The idea this time was to turn the maid into a cat, and make some more Schwarzes, then Marget would not be able to tell t'other from which, and couldn't choose the right one, and it wouldn't be lawful for her to marry the whole harem. That would postpone the wedding, he thought.

It certainlyⒶalteration in the MS had the look of it! Any blind person could see that. So I gave praise, and was glad of the chance to do itⒶalteration in the MS and make up [begin page 359] for bygones. He was as pleased as could be. In about ten minutes or so we heard a plaintive soundⒶalteration in the MS of meyow-yowing wandering around and about, away off somewhere, and 44Ⓐalteration in the MS rubbed his hands joyfully and said—

“There she is, now!”Ⓐemendation

“Who?”

“The lady's-maid.”

“No! Have you already transmuted her?”

“Yes. She was sitting up waiting for her room-mate to come, so she could tell her. Waiting for her mate to come from larking with the porter's new yunker. In a minute or two it would have been too late. Set the door ajar; she'll come when she sees the light, and we'll see what she has to say about the matter. She mustn't recognize me; I'll change to the magician. It will give him some more reputation. Would you like me to make you able to understand what she says?”

“Oh, do, 44, do, please!”

“All right. Here she is.”

It was the magician's voice, exactly counterfeited;Ⓐalteration in the MS and there he stood, the magician's duplicate,Ⓐalteration in the MS official robes and all. I went invisible; I did not want to be seen in the condemned enchanter's company, even by a cat.

She came sauntering sadly in, a very pretty cat. But when she saw the necromancer her tail spread and her back went up and she let fly a spit or two and would have scurried away, but I flew over her head and shut the door in time. She backed into the corner and fixed her glassy eyes on 44, and said—

“It was you who did this, and it was mean of you. I never did you any harm.”

“No matter, you brought it on yourself.”

“How did I bring it on myself?”

“You were going to tell about Schwarz; you would have compromised your young mistress.”

“It's not so; I wish I may never dieⒶtextual note if—”

“Nonsense! Don't talk so. You were waiting up to tell. I know all about it.”

The cat looked convicted. She concluded not to argue the case. [begin page 360] After thinking a moment or two she said,Ⓐalteration in the MS with a kind of sigh—

“Will they treat me well, do you think?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know they will?”

“Yes, I know it.”

After a pause and another sigh—

“I would rather be a cat than a servant—a slave, that has to smile, and look cheerful, and pretend to be happy, when you are scoldedⒶalteration in the MS for every little thing, the way Frau Stein and her daughter do, and be sneeredⒶalteration in the MS at and insulted, and they haven't any right to, they didn't pay my wage, I wasn't their slave—a hateful life, an odious life! I'd rather be a cat. Yes, I would. Will everybody treat me well?”

“Yes, everybody.”

“Frau Stein, too, and the daughter?”

“Yes.”

“Will you see that they do?”

“I will. It's a promise.”

“Then I thank you. They are all afraid of you, and the most of them hate you. And it was the same with me—but not now. You seem different to me now. You have the same voice and the same clothes, but you seem different. You seem kind; I don't know why, but you do; you seem kind and good, and I trust you; I think you will protect me.”

“I will keep my promise.”

“I believeⒶalteration in the MS it. And keep me as I am. It was a bitter life. You would think those Steins would not have been harsh with me, seeing I was a poor girl, with not a friend, nor anybody that was mine, and I never did them any harm. I was going to tell. Yes, I was. To get revenge. Because the family said I was bribed to let Schwarz in there—and it was a lie! Even Miss Marget believed that lie—I could see it, and she—well, she tried to defend me, but she let them convince her. Yes, I was going to tell. I was hot to tell. I was angry. But I am glad I didn't get the chance, for I am not angry any more; cats do not carry anger, I see. Don't change me back, leave me as I [begin page 361] am. Christians go—I know where they go; some to the one place some to the other; but I think cats—where do you think cats go?”

“Nowhere. After they die.”

“Leave me as I am, then;Ⓐalteration in the MS don't change me back. Could I have these leavings?”

“And welcome—yes.”

“Our supper was there, in our room, but the other maid was frightened of me because I was a strange cat, and drove me out, and I didn't get any. This is wonderful food, I wonder how it got to this room? there's never been anything like it in this castle before. Is it enchanted food?”

“Yes.”

“I just guessed it was. Safe?”Ⓐalteration in the MS

“Perfectly.”

“Do you have it here a good deal?”

“Always—day and night.”

“How gaudy! ButⒶalteration in the MS this isn't your room?”

“No, but I'm here a great deal, and the food is here all the time. Would you like to do your feeding here?”

“Too good to be true!”

“Well, you can. Come whenever you like, and speak at the door.”

“How dear and lovely! I've had a narrow escape—I can see it now.”

“From what?”

“From not getting to be a cat. It was just an accident that that idiot came blundering in there drunk; if I hadn't been there—but I was, and never shall I get done being thankful. This is amazing good food; there's never been anythingⒶalteration in the MS like it in this castle before —not in my time, I can tell you. I am thankful I may come here when I'm hungry.”

“Come whenever you like.”

“I'll do what I can for pay. I've never caught a mouse, but I feel it in me that I could do it, and I will keep a lookout here. I'm not so sad, now; no, things look very different; but I was pretty sad when I came. Could I room here, do you think? Would you mind?”

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“Not at all. Make yourself quite at home. There'll be a special bed for you. I'll see to it.”

“What larks! I never knew what nutsⒶalteration in the MS it was to be a cat before.”

“It has its advantages.”

“Oh, I should smile! I'll step out, now, and browse around a little, and see if there's anything doing in my line. Au revoir, and many many thanks for all you have done for me. I'll be back before long.”

And so she went out, waving her tail, whichⒶalteration in the MS meant satisfaction.

“There, now,” said 44, “that part of the plan has come out all right, and no harm done.”

“No, indeed,” I said, resuming my visible form,Ⓐalteration in the MS “we've done her a favor. And in her place I should feel about it just as she does. Forty-Four, it was beautiful to hear that strange language and understand it—I understood every word. Could I learn to speak it, do you think?”

“You won't have to learn it, I'll put it into you.”

“Good. When?”

“Now. You've already got it. Try! Speak out—do The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck—Ⓐalteration in the MS in catapult, or cataplasmⒺexplanatory note, or whatever one might call that tongue.”

“The Boy—what was it you said?”

“It's a poemⒺexplanatory note. It hasn't been written yet, but it's very pretty and stirring. It's English. ButⒶalteration in the MS I'll empty it into you, where you stand, in cataplasm. Now you've got it. Go ahead—recite.”

I did it, and never missed a wail. It was certainly beautiful in that tongue, and quaint and touching; 44 said if it was done on a back fence, by moonlight, it would make people cry—especially a quartette would. I was proud; he was not always so complimentary. I said I was glad to have the cat, particularly now that I could talk to her; and she would be happy with me, didn't he think? Yes, he said, she would. I said—

“It's a good night's workⒶalteration in the MS we've done for that poor little blonde-hairedⒶalteration in the MS lady's-maidⒶemendation, and I believe, as you do, that quite soon she is going to be contented and happy.”

“As soon as she has kittens,” he said, “and it won't be long.”Ⓐalteration in the MS

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Then we began to think out a name for her, but he said—

“Leave that, for the present, you'd better have a nap.”

He gave a wave of his hand, and that was sufficient; before the wave was completed I was asleep.