He spurned the bundle with his foot, while the stranger stopped suddenly, as if a blow had been struck him.

“Who did you say she was?  To whom does she belong, I mean?” he asked, and the boy replied, “Mandy Ann, a no count nigger, b’longs to Miss Harris.  Poor white trash!  Crackers!  Dis your stateroom, sar.  Kin I do somethin’ for you?”

The boy’s head was held high, indicative of his opinion of poor white trash and Crackers in general, and Mandy Ann in particular.

“No, thanks,” the stranger said, taking his bag and shutting himself into his stuffy little stateroom.

“‘Specs he’s from de Norf; looks like it, an’ dey allus askin’ who we ’longs to.  In course we ’longs to somebody.  We has ter,” Ted thought, as he made his way back to Mandy Ann, who was wide-awake and ready for any war of words which might come up between herself and Ted, “who felt mighty smart ’case he was cabin boy on de ‘Hatty.’”

As Ted suspected, the stranger was of Northern birth, which showed itself in his accent and cold, proud bearing.  He might have been thirty, and he might have been more.  His face did not show his age.  His features were regular, and his complexion pale as a woman’s.  His eyes were a cross between blue and gray, with a look in them which made you feel that they were reading your inmost secrets, and you involuntarily turned away when they were fixed upon you.  On this occasion he seemed colder and prouder than usual, as he seated himself upon the stool in his stateroom and looked about him,—­not at any thing that was there, for he did not see it, or think how small and uncomfortable his quarters were, although recommended as one of the staterooms de luxe on the boat.  His thoughts were outside, first on Mandy Ann,—­not because of anything about her personally.  He had seen nothing except a woolly head, a dark blue dress, and two black, bare feet and ankles, but because she was Mandy Ann, bound slave of “ole Miss Harris, who lived in de clarin’,” and for that reason she connected him with something from which he shrank with an indescribable loathing.  At last he concluded to try the narrow berth, but finding it too hard and too short went out upon the rear deck, and taking a chair where he would be most out of the way and screened from observation, he sat until the moon went down behind a clump of palms, and the stars paled in the light of the sun which shone down upon the beautiful river and the tangled mass of shrubbery and undergrowth on either side of it.

At last the passengers began to appear one by one, with their cheery how dye’s and good mornings, and curious glances at this stranger in their midst, who, although with them, did not seem to be one of them.  They were all Southerners and inclined to be friendly, but nothing in the stranger’s attitude invited sociability.  He was looking off upon the water in the direction from which they had come, and never turned his head in response to the