y would," rejoined the doctor.

Sam was near enough to hear the conversation, and was delighted beyond
description. The negro immediately ran into the kitchen, amongst his
companions, and commenced dancing.

"What de matter wid you?" inquired the cook.

"I is de greatest doctor in his country," replied Sam. "Ef you ever get
sick, call on me. No matter what ails you, I is de man dat can cure you
in no time. If you do hab de backache, de rheumatics, de headache, de
coller morbus, fits, er any ting else, Sam is de gentleman dat can put
you on your feet wid his pills."

For a long time after, Sam did little else than boast of his skill as a
doctor.

We have said that the "black doctor" was full of wit and good sense.
Indeed, in that respect, he had scarcely an equal in the neighborhood.
Although his master resided some little distance out of the city, Sam
was always the first man in all the negro balls and parties in town.
When his master could give him a pass, he went, and when he did not give
him one, he would steal away after his master had retired, and run the
risk of being taken up by the night-watch. Of course, the master never
knew anything of the absence of the servant at night without permission.
As the negroes at these parties tried to excel each other in the way of
dress, Sam was often at a loss to make that appearance that his heart
desired, but his ready wit ever helped him in this. When his master had
retired to bed at night, it was the duty of Sam to put out the lights,
and take out with him his master's clothes and boots, and leave them in
the office until morning, and then black the boots, brush the clothes,
and return them to his master's room.

Having resolved to attend a dress-ball one night, without his master's
permission, and being perplexed for suitable garments, Sam determined to
take his master's. So, dressing himself in the doctor's clothes, even
to his boots and hat, off the negro started for the city. Being well
acquainted with the usual walk of the patrols he found no difficulty in
keeping out of their way. As might have been expected, Sam was the great
gun with the ladies that night.

The next morning, Sam was back home long before his master's time for
rising, and the clothes were put in their accustomed place. For a long
time Sam had no difficulty in attiring himself for parties; but the old
proverb that "It is a long lane that has no turning," was verified in
the negro's case. One s