from the mean of the 1318 inferior culminations given above[This difference cannot be accounted for by any difference in the tables of refraction, as neither the employment of those of Bradley, of Piazzi, of the French, of Groombridge, of Young, of Ivory, of Bessel, or of Carlini, would make a difference of two-tenths of a second These facts alone ought to have awakened the attention of Captain Sabine, and of those who examined and officially pronounced on the merits of his observations; for, supposing the skill of the observers equal, it seems a necessary consequence that "the performance of the six-inch circle is" not merely "fully equal to that of circles of larger dimensions," but that it is decidedly SUPERIOR to one of sixteen inches in diameter This opinion did indeed gain ground for a time; but, fortunately for astronomy, long after these observations were made, published, and rewarded, Captain Kater, having borrowed the same instrument, discovered that the divisions of its level, which Captain Sabine had considered to be equal to one second each, were, in fact, more nearly equal to eleven seconds, each one being 10 This circumstance rendered necessary a recalculation of all the observations made with that instrument: a re-calculation which I am not aware Captain Sabine has ever thought it necessary to publish [Above two hundred sets of observations with this instrument are given in the work alluded to It can never be esteemed satisfactory merely to state the mean results of the corrections arising from this error: for the confidence to be attached to that mean will depend on the nature of the deviations from it This is the more to be regretted, as it bears upon a point of considerable importance to navigation; and if it should have caused any alteration in his opinion as to the comparative merits of great and small instruments, it might have been expected from a gentleman, who was expressly directed by the Board of Longitude, to try the question with an instrument constructed for that especial purpose Finding that this has not been done by the person best qualified for the task, perhaps a few remarks from one who has no pretensions to familiarity with the instrument, may tend towards elucidating this interesting question The following table gives the latitudes as corrected for the error of level: Station Star Latitude Latitude Diffe- by Capt corrected for rence Sabine error of level deg Sierra Leone Sirius 8 29 27 Ascension Alphenturi 7 55 46 Bahia Alphyrae 12 59 19 Alphyrae 21 Alphavonis 22 Maranham Alphyrae 2 31 42 Alphyrae 43 Alphavonis 44 Alphyrae 44 Alphygni 42 Alphruris 42 Trinidad Achernar 10 38 56 Alphruris 52 Achernar 59 Jamaica Polaris 17 56 8 shop 6

?Well, now, good-by,? said George, holding Eliza?s hands, and gazing into her eyes, without movingThey stood silent; then there were last words, and sobs, and bitter weeping,?such parting as those may make whose hope to meet again is as the spider?s web,?and the husband and wife were parted Chapter 4 An Evening in Uncle Tom?s Cabin The cabin of Uncle Tom was a small log building, close adjoining to ?the house,? as the negro par excellence designates his master?s dwellingIn front it had a neat garden-patch, where, every summer, strawberries, raspberries, and a variety of fruits and vegetables, flourished under careful tendingThe whole front of it was covered by a large scarlet bignonia and a native multiflora rose, which, entwisting and interlacing, left scarce a vestige of the rough logs to be seenHere, also, in summer, various brilliant annuals, such as marigolds, petunias, four-o?clocks, found an indulgent corner in which to unfold their splendors, and were the delight and pride of Aunt Chloe?s heart Let us enter the dwellingThe evening meal at the house is over, and Aunt Chloe, who presided over its preparation as head cook, has left to inferior officers in the kitchen the business of clearing away and washing dishes, and come out into her own snug territories, to ?get her ole man?s supper?; therefore, doubt not that it is her you see by the fire, presiding with anxious interest over certain frizzling items in a stew-pan, and anon with grave consideration lifting the cover of a bake-kettle, from whence steam forth indubitable intimations of ?something good A round, black, shining face is hers, so glossy as to suggest the idea that she might have been washed over with white of eggs, like one of her own tea rusksHer whole plump countenance beams with satisfaction and contentment from under her well-starched checked turban, bearing on it, however, if we must confess it, a little of that tinge of self-consciousness which becomes the first cook of the neighborhood, as Aunt Chloe was universally held and acknowledged to be A cook she certainly was, in the very bone and centre of her soulNot a chicken or turkey or duck in the barn-yard but looked grave when they saw her approaching, and seemed evidently to be reflecting on their latter end; and certain it was that she was always meditating on trussing, stuffing and roasting, to a degree that was calculated to inspire terror in any reflecting fowl livingHer corn-cake, in all its varieties of hoe-cake, dodgers, muffins, and other species too numerous to mention, was a sublime mystery to all less practised compounders; and she would shake her fat sides with honest pride and merriment, as she would narrate the fruitless efforts that one and another of her compeers had made to attain to her elevation The arrival of company at the house, the arranging of dinners and suppers ?in style,? awoke all the energies of her soul; and no sight was more welcome to her than a pile of travelling trunks launched on the verandah, for then she foresaw fresh efforts and fresh triumphs Just at present, however, Aunt Chloe is looking into the bake-pan; in which congenial operation we shall leave her till we finish our picture of the cottage In one corner of it stood a bed, covered neatly with a snowy spread; and by the side of it was a piece of carpeting, of some considerable sizeOn this piece of carpeting Aunt Chloe took her stand, as being decidedly in the upper walks of life; and it and the bed by which it lay, and the whole corner, in fact, were treated with distinguished consideration, and made, so far as possible, sacred from the marauding inroads and desecrations of little folksIn fact, that corner was the drawing-room of the establishmentIn the other corner was a bed of much humbler pretensions, and evidently designed for useThe wall over the fireplace was adorned with some very brilliant scriptural prints, and a portrait of General Washington, drawn and colored in a manner which would certainly have astonished that hero, if ever he happened to meet with its like On a rough bench in the corner, a couple of woolly-headed boys, with glistening black eyes and fat shining cheeks, were busy in superintending the first walking operations of the baby, which, as is usually the case, consisted in getting up on its feet, balancing a moment, and then tumbling down,?each successive failure being violently cheered, as something decidedly clever A table, somewhat rheumatic in its limbs, was drawn out in front of the fire, and covered with a cloth, displaying cups and saucers of a decidedly brilliant pattern, with other symptoms of an approaching mealAt this table was seated Uncle Tom, MrShelby?s best hand, who, as he is to be the hero of our story, we must daguerreotype for our readersHe was a large, broad-chested, powerfully-made man, of a full glossy black, and a face whose truly African features were characterized by an expression of grave and steady good sense, united with much kindliness and benevolenceThere was something about his whole air self-respecting and dignified, yet united with a confiding and humble simplicity He was very busily intent at this moment on a slate lying before him, on which he was carefully and slowly endeavoring to accomplish a copy of some letters, in which operation he was overlooked by young Mas?r George, a smart, bright boy of thirteen, who appeared fully to realize the dignity of his position as instructor ?Not that way, Uncle Tom,?not that way,? said he, briskly, as Uncle Tom laboriously brought up the tail of his g the wrong side out; ?that makes a q, you see ?La sakes, now, does it?? said Uncle Tom, looking with a respectful, admiring air, as his young teacher flourishingly scrawled q?s and g?s innumerable for his edification; and then, taking the pencil in his big, heavy fingers, he patiently recommenced ?How easy white folks al?us does things!? said Aunt Chloe, pausing while she was greasing a griddle with a scrap of bacon on her fork, and regarding young Master George with pride?The way he can write, now! and read, too! and then to come out here evenings and read his lessons to us,?it?s mighty interestin?!? ?But, Aunt Chloe, I?m getting mighty hungry,? said George?Isn?t that cake in the skillet almost done?? ?Mose done, Mas?r George,? said Aunt Chloe, lifting the lid and peeping in,??browning beautiful?a real lovely brownAh! let me alone for datMissis let Sally try to make some cake, t? other day, jes to larn her, she said?O, go way, Missis,? said I; ?it really hurts my feelin?s, now, to see good vittles spilt dat ar way! Cake ris all to one side?no shape at all; no more than my shoe; go way!? And with this final expression of contempt for Sally?s greenness, Aunt Chloe whipped the cover off the bake-kettle, and disclosed to view a neatly-baked pound-cake, of which no city confectioner need to have been ashamedThis being evidently the central point of the entertainment, Aunt Chloe began now to bustle about earnestly in the supper department ?Here you, Mose and Pete! get out de way, you niggers! Get away, Mericky, honey,?mammy?ll give her baby some fin, by and byNow, Mas?r George, you jest take off dem books, and set down now with my old man, and I?ll take up de sausages, and have de first griddle full of cakes on your plates in less dan no time ?They wanted me to come to supper in the house,? said George; ?but I knew what was what too well for that, Aunt Chloe ?So you did?so you did, honey,? said Aunt Chloe, heaping the smoking batter-cakes on his plate; ?you know?d your old aunty?d keep the best for shop you

In short, he seemed to consider himself an ill-used man, decidedly; but there was no help for it, as the woman had escaped into a state which never will give up a fugitive,?not even at the demand of the whole glorious UnionThe trader, therefore, sat discontentedly down, with his little account-book, and put down the missing body and soul under the head of losses! ?He?s a shocking creature, isn?t he,?this trader? so unfeeling! It?s dreadful, really!? ?O, but nobody thinks anything of these traders! They are universally despised,?never received into any decent society But who, sir, makes the trader? Who is most to blame? The enlightened, cultivated, intelligent man, who supports the system of which the trader is the inevitable result, or the poor trader himself? You make the public statement that calls for his trade, that debauches and depraves him, till he feels no shame in it; and in what are you better than he? Are you educated and he ignorant, you high and he low, you refined and he coarse, you talented and he simple? In the day of a future judgment, these very considerations may make it more tolerable for him than for you In concluding these little incidents of lawful trade, we must beg the world not to think that American legislators are entirely destitute of humanity, as might, perhaps, be unfairly inferred from the great efforts made in our national body to protect and perpetuate this species of traffic Who does not know how our great men are outdoing themselves, in declaiming against the foreign slave-tradeThere are a perfect host of Clarksons and Wilberforces4 risen up among us on that subject, most edifying to hear and beholdTrading negroes from Africa, dear reader, is so horrid! It is not to be thought of! But trading them from Kentucky,?that?s quite another thing! 1 JerThis is what Noah says when he wakes out of drunkenness and realizes that his youngest son, Ham, father of Canaan, has seen him nakedJoel Parker of Philadelphia Presbyterian clergyman (1799-1873), a friend of the Beecher familyStowe attempted unsuccessfully to have this identifying note removed from the stereotype-plate of the first edition 4 Thomas Clarkson (1760-1846) and William Wilberforce (1759-1833), English philanthropists and anti-slavery agitators who helped to secure passage of the Emancipation Bill by Parliament in 1833 Chapter 13 The Quaker Settlement A quiet scene now rises before usA large, roomy, neatly-painted kitchen, its yellow floor glossy and smooth, and without a particle of dust; a neat, well-blacked cooking-stove; rows of shining tin, suggestive of unmentionable good things to the appetite; glossy green wood chairs, old and firm; a small flag-bottomed rocking-chair, with a patch-work cushion in it, neatly contrived out of small pieces of different colored woollen goods, and a larger sized one, motherly and old, whose wide arms breathed hospitable invitation, seconded by the solicitation of its feather cushions,?a real comfortable, persuasive old chair, and worth, in the way of honest, homely enjoyment, a dozen of your plush or brochetelle drawing-room gentry; and in the chair, gently swaying back and forward, her eyes bent on some fine sewing, sat our fine old friend ElizaYes, there she is, paler and thinner than in her Kentucky home, with a world of quiet sorrow lying under the shadow of her long eyelashes, and marking the outline of her gentle mouth! It was plain to see how old and firm the girlish heart was grown under the discipline of heavy sorrow; and when, anon, her large dark eye was raised to follow the gambols of her little Harry, who was sporting, like some tropical butterfly, hither and thither over the floor, she showed a depth of firmness and steady resolve that was never there in her earlier and happier days By her side sat a woman with a bright tin pan in her lap, into which she was carefully sorting some dried peachesShe might be fifty-five or sixty; but hers was one of those faces that time seems to touch only to brighten and adornThe snowy fisse crape cap, made after the strait Quaker pattern,?the plain white muslin handkerchief, lying in placid folds across her bosom,?the drab shawl and dress,?showed at once the community to which she belongedHer face was round and rosy, with a healthful downy softness, suggestive of a ripe peachHer hair, partially silvered by age, was parted smoothly back from a high placid forehead, on which time had written no inscription, except peace on earth, good will to men, and beneath shone a large pair of clear, honest, loving brown eyes; you only needed to look straight into them, to feel that you saw to the bottom of a heart as good and true as ever throbbed in woman?s bosomSo much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why don?t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women? If any want to get up an inspiration under this head, we refer them to our good friend Rachel Halliday, just as she sits there in her little rocking-chairIt had a turn for quacking and squeaking,?that chair had,?either from having taken cold in early life, or from some asthmatic affection, or perhaps from nervous derangement; but, as she gently swung backward and forward, the chair kept up a kind of subdued ?creechy crawchy,? that would have been intolerable in any other chairBut old Simeon Halliday often declared it was as good as any music to him, and the children all avowed that they wouldn?t miss of hearing mother?s chair for anything in the worldFor why? for twenty years or more, nothing but loving words, and gentle moralities, and motherly loving kindness, had come from that chair;?head-aches and heart-aches innumerable had been cured there,?difficulties spiritual and temporal solved there,?all by one good, loving woman, God bless her! ?And so thee still thinks of going to Canada, Eliza?? she said, as she was quietly looking over her peaches ?Yes, ma?am,? said Eliza, firmly ?And what?ll thee do, when thee gets there? Thee must think about that, my daughter ?My daughter? came naturally from the lips of Rachel Halliday; for hers was just the face and form that made ?mother? seem the most natural word in the world Eliza?s hands trembled, and some tears fell on her fine work; but she answered, firmly, ?I shall do?anything I can findI hope I can find something ?Thee knows thee can stay here, as long as thee pleases,? said Rachel ?O, thank you,? said Eliza, ?but??she pointed to Harry??I can?t sleep nights; I can?t rest night I dreamed I saw that man coming into the yard,? she said, shuddering ?Poor child!? said Rachel, wiping her eyes; ?but thee mustn?t feel soThe Lord hath ordered it so that never hath a fugitive been stolen from our villageI trust thine will not be the first The door here opened, and a little short, round, pin-cushiony woman stood at the door, with a cheery, blooming face, like a ripe appleShe was dressed, like Rachel, in sober gray, with the muslin folded neatly across her round, plump little chest ?Ruth Stedman,? said Rachel, coming joyfully forward; ?how is thee, Ruth? she said, heartily taking both her hands ?Nicely,? said Ruth, taking off her little drab bonnet, and dusting it with her handkerchief, displaying, as she did so, a round little head, on which the Quaker cap sat with a sort of jaunty air, despite all the stroking and patting of the small fat hands, which were busily applied to arranging itCertain stray locks of decidedly curly hair, too, had escaped here and there, and had to be coaxed and cajoled into their place again; and then the new comer, who might have been five-and-twenty, turned from the small looking-glass, before which she had been making these arrangements, and looked well pleased,?as most people who looked at her might have been,?for she was decidedly a wholesome, whole-hearted, chirruping little woman, as ever gladdened man?s heart shop withal

the paper before his face, MrsChou said to her husband with a smile, "See how pleased Hung-chien isHe's read the item several times and still can't put it down 31 Their son Hsiao-ch'eng said mischievously, "Hung-chien is getting a close look at that Six Wen-wanHe's thinking of marrying her to take Shu-ying's place Fang couldn't help from blurting out, "Don't talk nonsense!" and barely managed to stop himself from flinging the paper to the floorThough he pre vented his anger from showing on his face, his voice was hoarse When the Chous saw his unsmiling countenance and his pale face, they were a little bewilderedThen suddenly exchanging glances with each other as though they understood their son-in-law's state of mind, they scolded their son Hsiao-ch'eng in unison, "You deserve a spankingWho told you to inter rupt when adults are talking? Your brother Hung-chien just came back to dayOf course, he's unhappy at the thoughts of your sisterYour joking can go too farFrom now on, you're to keep your mouth shutHung-chien, we know you have a kindly naturePay no attention to the child's nonsense Fang Hung-chien again blushed crimsonPuffing out his cheeks, Hsiao ch'eng thought resentfully, Don't you put on! If you were any good, you'd never get married for the rest of your lifeI don't care about your penYou can just take it back When Fang returned to his room, he discovered Shu-ying's picture was missing from the tableHe thought probably his mother-in-law, afraid that he'd be reminded of Shu-ying by the picture and become too grief-stricken, had come especially to remove it It had been only six or seven hours since he left the ship, yet everything that had happened there seemed to belong to another worldAll his excite ment about going ashore having evaporated, he felt small and weak, thinking a job would be hard to find and romance difficult to achieveAs he had pic tured it, returning home after study abroad was like water on the ground turning to vapor and rising to the sky, then changing again to rain and re turning to the earth, while the whole world looked on and talked about itHis return home from thousands of miles away hadn't raised a single fleck of froth on the sea of his fellow countrymenNow, thanks to all the blather~ spewing out of Chief-secretary Wang's pen, he had been blown up into a big soap bubble, bright and colorful while it lasted but gone at a single jab Leaning against the window screen he gazed outside The stars filling the~ sky were dense and busyThey remained completely still, yet watching them made him think the sky was bustling noisilyThe crescent moon seemingly resembled a girl that is not yet full-grown but already able to face the world unabashedIts light and contours were fresh and sharp, gradually standing out against the night settingThe tiny insects in the garden grass hummed and buzzed, engaged in a nocturnal conversationFrom somewhere a pack of frogs croaked hoarsely, their mouths, lips, throats, and tongues working in unison as though the sound waves were being stewed over a fire until they 32 bubbled: "Brekekey Coky Coky," like the chorus in Aristophanes' comedies, or of Yale University's cheerleadersA few fireflies gracefully passed to and fro, not as if flying but as though floating in the dense atmosphereA dark area beyond the reach of moonlight was suddenly lit up by a firefly's speck of light, like a tiny greenish eye in the summer night This was the scene familiar to him before going abroad; but now when he saw it, his heart suddenly con tracted in pain, his eyes smarted on the verge of tears, and then he understood life's beauty and goodness and the joy of coming homeSuch things as the item in the Shanghai newspaper were no more worth troubling over than the hum of insects outside the screenHe sighed comfortably, then yawned broadly When he stepped off the train at his home district station, his father, his youngest brother Feng-i, as well as seven or eight uncles, cousins, and friends of his father were all there on the platform to meet him He was quite dis mayed, and greeting each in turn said, "On such a hot day as this, I've really imposed on you too much And observing how his father's beard had grayed, he said, "Papa, you shouldn't have come!" His father, Fang Tung-weng, handed him his folding fan, saying, "You people in Western suits won't need this antique, but it's better than fanning yourself with a straw shop hat

This being evidently the central point of the entertainment, Aunt Chloe began now to bustle about earnestly in the supper department ?Here you, Mose and Pete! get out de way, you niggers! Get away, Mericky, honey,?mammy?ll give her baby some fin, by and byNow, Mas?r George, you jest take off dem books, and set down now with my old man, and I?ll take up de sausages, and have de first griddle full of cakes on your plates in less dan no time ?They wanted me to come to supper in the house,? said George; ?but I knew what was what too well for that, Aunt Chloe ?So you did?so you did, honey,? said Aunt Chloe, heaping the smoking batter-cakes on his plate; ?you know?d your old aunty?d keep the best for youO, let you alone for dat! Go way!? And, with that, aunty gave George a nudge with her finger, designed to be immensely facetious, and turned again to her griddle with great briskness ?Now for the cake,? said Mas?r George, when the activity of the griddle department had somewhat subsided; and, with that, the youngster flourished a large knife over the article in question ?La bless you, Mas?r George!? said Aunt Chloe, with earnestness, catching his arm, ?you wouldn?t be for cuttin? it wid dat ar great heavy knife! Smash all down?spile all de pretty rise of itHere, I?ve got a thin old knife, I keeps sharp a purposeDar now, see! comes apart light as a feather! Now eat away?you won?t get anything to beat dat ar ?Tom Lincon says,? said George, speaking with his mouth full, ?that their Jinny is a better cook than you ?Dem Lincons an?t much count, no way!? said Aunt Chloe, contemptuously; ?I mean, set along side our folksThey ?s ?spectable folks enough in a kinder plain way; but, as to gettin? up anything in style, they don?t begin to have a notion on ?tSet Mas?r Lincon, now, alongside Mas?r Shelby! Good Lor! and Missis Lincon,?can she kinder sweep it into a room like my missis,?so kinder splendid, yer know! O, go way! don?t tell me nothin? of dem Lincons!??and Aunt Chloe tossed her head as one who hoped she did know something of the world ?Well, though, I?ve heard you say,? said George, ?that Jinny was a pretty fair cook ?So I did,? said Aunt Chloe,??I may say datGood, plain, common cookin?, Jinny?ll do;?make a good pone o? bread,?bile her taters far,?her corn cakes isn?t extra, not extra now, Jinny?s corn cakes isn?t, but then they?s far,?but, Lor, come to de higher branches, and what can she do? Why, she makes pies?sartin she does; but what kinder crust? Can she make your real flecky paste, as melts in your mouth, and lies all up like a puff? Now, I went over thar when Miss Mary was gwine to be married, and Jinny she jest showed me de weddin? piesJinny and I is good friends, ye knowI never said nothin?; but go ?long, Mas?r George! Why, I shouldn?t sleep a wink for a week, if I had a batch of pies like dem arWhy, dey wan?t no ?count ?t all ?I suppose Jinny thought they were ever so nice,? said George ?Thought so!?didn?t she? Thar she was, showing em, as innocent?ye see, it?s jest here, Jinny don?t knowLor, the family an?t nothing! She can?t be spected to know! ?Ta?nt no fault o? hemAh, Mas?r George, you doesn?t know half ?your privileges in yer family and bringin? up!? Here Aunt Chloe sighed, and rolled up her eyes with emotion ?I?m sure, Aunt Chloe, I understand I my pie and pudding privileges,? said George?Ask Tom Lincon if I don?t crow over him, every time I meet him Aunt Chloe sat back in her chair, and indulged in a hearty guffaw of laughter, at this witticism of young Mas?r?s, laughing till the tears rolled down her black, shining cheeks, and varying the exercise with playfully slapping and poking Mas?r Georgey, and telling him to go way, and that he was a case?that he was fit to kill her, and that he sartin would kill her, one of these days; and, between each of these sanguinary predictions, going off into a laugh, each longer and stronger than the other, till George really began to think that he was a very dangerously witty fellow, and that it became him to be careful how he talked ?as funny as he could ?And so ye telled Tom, did ye? O, Lor! what young uns will be up ter! Ye crowed over Tom? O, Lor! Mas?r George, if ye wouldn?t make a hornbug laugh!? ?Yes,? said George, ?I says to him, ?Tom, you ought to see some of Aunt Chloe?s pies; they?re the right sort,? says I ?Pity, now, Tom couldn?t,? said Aunt Chloe, on whose benevolent heart the idea of Tom?s benighted condition seemed to make a strong impression?Ye oughter just ask him here to dinner, some o? these times, Mas?r George,? she added; ?it would look quite pretty of yeYe know, Mas?r George, ye oughtenter feel ?bove nobody, on ?count yer privileges, ?cause all our privileges is gi?n to us; we ought al?ays to ?member that,? said Aunt Chloe, looking quite serious ?Well, I mean to ask Tom here, some day next week,? said George; ?and you do your prettiest, Aunt Chloe, and we?ll make him stareWon?t we make him eat so he won?t get over it for a fortnight?? ?Yes, yes?sartin,? said Aunt Chloe, delighted; ?you?ll seeLor! to think of some of our dinners! Yer mind dat ar great chicken pie I made when we guv de dinner to General Knox? I and Missis, we come pretty near quarrelling about dat ar crustWhat does get into ladies sometimes, I don?t know; but, sometimes, when a body has de heaviest kind o? ?sponsibility on ?em, as ye may say, and is all kinder ?seris? and taken up, dey takes dat ar time to be hangin? round and kinder interferin?! Now, Missis, she wanted me to do dis way, and she wanted me to do dat way; and, finally, I got kinder sarcy, and, says I, ?Now, Missis, do jist look at dem beautiful white hands o? yourn with long fingers, and all a sparkling with rings, like my white lilies when de dew ?s on ?em; and look at my great black stumpin handsNow, don?t ye think dat de Lord must have meant me to make de pie-crust, and you to stay in de parlor? Dar! I was jist so sarcy, Mas?r George ?And what did mother say?? said George ?Say??why, she kinder larfed in her eyes?dem great handsome eyes o? hern; and, says she, ?Well, Aunt Chloe, I think you are about in the right on ?t,? says she; and she went off in de parlorShe oughter cracked me over de head for bein? so sarcy; but dar?s whar ?t is?I can?t do nothin? with ladies in de kitchen!? ?Well, you made out well with that dinner,?I remember everybody said so,? said George ?Didn?t I? And wan?t I behind de dinin?-room door dat bery day? and didn?t I see de General pass his plate three times for some more dat bery pie??and, says he, ?You must have an uncommon cook, shop Mrs