human
Oh Massa Geral, for Hebben's sake no talkee dat. It berry long time ago, and break poor nigger heart to tink ob it--
gpt
But I insist on knowing, returned Gerald loudly and peremptorily;
human
No, Massa Geral, I no sabby dat. Sambo den only piccaninny and Sir Ebbered make him top in e fort--oh berry bad times dat, Massa Geral. Poor Frank Hallabay e shot fust, because e let he grand fadder out ob e fort, and den ebery ting go bad--berry bad indeed.
gpt
But the curse of Ellen Halloway, Sambo--you must have heard of it surely--even if you were not present at the utterance. Did she not, he continued, finding that the other replied not:
human
Did she not pray that the blood of my great grand father's children might be spilt on the very spot that had been moistened with that of her ill fated husband--and, that if any of the race should survive, it might be only with a view to their perishing in some unnatural and horrible manner. Was not this the case?
gpt
Oh yes, Massa Geral, berry bad tongue Ellen, affir he lose he husband--but, poor ting, he half mad and no sabby what he say. He time to start for he gun boat, Massa Geral.