human
How is your head tonight?
gpt
Berry well, Massa Geral--but berry sleepy.
human
Then sleep, Sambo; but do not fail to awaken me in time: we shall weigh anchor the very first thing in the morning, provided the fog does not continue. By the bye, you superintended the landing of the baggage--was every thing sent ashore?
gpt
All, Massa Geral, I see him all pack in e wagon, for e Bubbalo town--all, except dis here I find in Miss Mungummery cabin under e pillow.