ekase I knowed ole mis­sus en de wid­der wuz goin’ to start to de camp-meet’n’ right arter break­fas’ en be gone all day, en dey knows I goes off wid de cat­tle ’bout day­light, so dey wouldn’ ’spec to see me roun’ de place, en so dey wouldn’ miss me tell arter dark in de evenin’. De yuther ser­vants wouldn’ miss me, kase dey’d shin out en take hol­i­day soon as de ole folks ’uz out’n de way.