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it will be all the sweeter because I am welcome."
"'Deed massa, and you is welcome, five hundred times over! But it was
a downright shame for all de white folks to go off so. I never seed such
people."
"Never mind, Nancy, don't trouble yourself; I shall be well enough
taken care of. I'll trust to you for that."
And so Mr. Odell mounted his horse, and accompanied the old woman
home. She lived rather over a mile from the meeting-house--and the
way was past the comfortable residence of Mr. Martin. The latter did
not feel altogether satisfied with himself as he rode home. He was not
certain that the preacher had stayed at sister Russell's the night before.
He might have ridden over from S--since morning. This suggestion
caused him to feel rather more uneasy in mind; for, if this were the case,

it was doubtful whether, after class was over, there would be any one to
invite him home.
"What kind of a man is the new preacher?" asked Mrs. Martin of her
husband, on his return from meeting.
"He seemed like a very good sort of man," replied Martin, indifferently.
"Is he young or old?"
"He's about my age, I should think."
"Married?"
"I'm sure I don't know."
"Did you speak to him?"
"No, I came away after the sermon."
"Then you didn't stop to class?"
"No."
"Sister Russell was not there, of course?"
"No; she's sick."
"So I heard. The preacher didn't stay at her house last night."
"How do you know?"
"Mrs. Williams called in while you were away. She had just been to
sister Russell's."
"And the new preacher didn't stay at her house last night?"
"No. Mrs. Williams asked particularly."
"He must have ridden over from S--this morning. I am sorry I didn't
wait and ask him to come home and stay with us."
"I wish you had. Sister Russell is too sick to have him at her house, if
he should go there. Who stayed to class-meeting?"
"Not over half a dozen, and they were all women. I left Bill Taylor and
Harry Chester waiting outside for their wives."
"They wouldn't ask him home."
"No; and if they did, I should be sorry to have him go there. I wish I
had stayed in, and invited him home. But it can't be helped now, and
there's no use in fretting over it."
Soon after this, dinner was announced, and the farmer sat down with
his family to a table loaded with good and substantial things. He ate
and enjoyed himself; though not as highly as he would have done, had
not thoughts of the new preacher intruded themselves.
After dinner, Martin took a comfortable nap, which lasted about an
hour. He then went out and took a little walk to himself. While standing

at the gate, which opened from his farm on to the county road, a man,
who lived half a mile below, came along. This man was not a member
of any church, and took some delight, at times, in having his jest with
professors of religion.
"Fine afternoon, Mr. Ellis," said Martin, as the man stopped.
"Very fine. How are you all?"
"Quite well. Any news stirring?"
"Why, no, not much. Only they say that the Methodists about here have
all joined the Amalgamation Society."
"Who says so?" inquired Martin, slightly colouring.
"Well, they say it down our way. I thought it was only a joke, at first.
But a little while after dinner, Aunt Nancy's Tom came over to my
house for some oats and hay for your new minister's horse. He said the
preachers were going to stop at the old woman's after this. I
half-doubted the rascal's story, though I let him have the provender.
Sure enough, as I came along just now, who should I see but the
preacher sitting before the door of old Nancy's log-hut, as much at
home as if his skin were the colour of ebony. These are rather queer
doings, friend Martin; I don't know what folks 'll say."
We will not pause to describe the astonishment and confusion of
Martin, on learning this, but step down to Aunt Nancy's, where Odell,
after dining on pork and hominy, with the addition of potatoes and
corn-bread, was sitting in the shade before the log cabin of the old
negro. The latter was busy as a bee inside in preparation of something
for the preacher's supper, that she thought would be more suited to his
mode of living and appetite, than pork, corn-bread, and hominy.
Odell was rather more inclined to feel amused than annoyed at his new
position. Aunt Nancy's dinner had tasted very good; and had been
sweetened rather than spoiled by the old creature's loquacious kindness
and officious concern, lest