that the General, seeing as he was a bossman, would have a real fine place where he lived. But he didnât. And all along, for moreân three years, till we come here, he never did. Course now I know why. We had to fight to get it. But then it seemed strange that he lived in jest any old place, nothing at all to where Andy and Jim livedâor a lot of the folks we used to visit and heâd talk to âem. The house where we lived in that warm country was jest an old, knock-down kind of a place, with a bit of a shed round the back for the horses. There warnât no fields or rails or none oâ that. Still, we didnât need âem, âcause we was out and about pretty well all the time.
I got to know the people who lived with the General. There was the young dark-haired fella whoâd been on the mountainâMajor Taylorâand another called Colonel Long, and some more, too. But they only talked to the General and rode round with him. The most important people was two black fellas called Perry and Meredith. Perry had the real important things to do. He used to clean the Generalâs boots and hand him his big gloves when he came out to ride me, and heâd bring him cups of coffee and things to eat and all the rest of it. Sometimes heâd actually scold the Generalâthe others never did thatâlike heâd say, âMarse Robert, you jest got this here coat in sech a state as Ah never seed. Ahâm goinâ to have a real job to get it right.â Or heâd say, âYou jest see youâs back in time for dinner, Marse Robertâainât no sense in lettinâ it spoil.â And Marse Robertâd say, âVery well, Perry,â or, âCouldnât be helped, Perry,â or some sech. The white fellas, Marse Taylor and the others, they mostly talked very respectful and did whatever the General said, riding here and there with him. It was really on account of Perry and Meredith that I got to thinking of the General as âMarse Robert.â I wanted to feel I was as close to him as Perry was.
I soon got to know what we was to do, me and Marse Robert. It was everlasting riding around and making the gray soldiers dig big ditches. And my gracious, didnât they jest about have to dig? All up and down the land there was crowds and crowds of âem, digging and sweating in that thick, watery heat, along by the creeks and sometimes near the salt water. And every day Marse Robert used to ride up and down to make sure they got on with it. Heâd go for miles. Sometimes heâd ride Brown-Roan, but more often itâd be me. Iâll tell you it was real hard work in that weather, but I never let up. I wanted to stay with Marse Robert moreân I wanted anything else, and I thought that if I showed any signs of being a quitter, maybe heâd start looking for a better horse.
What happened, though, was that as the weeks went by, me and Marse Robert gradually got âbout as close together as a man and a horse can get. When we was riding alone, he often used to talk to me, and I got to feeling I was talking back to him. He made me feel that without me he wouldnât be able to do a durned thing. Like I said, he was really a kind of a horse hisself. However far weâd gone and however much he had to see to those digging men, he always used to see to me first. Weâd get some place, and first off heâd get the saddle and bridle off me and make sure I had a drink and a nose bag or else somewhere to graze, and heâd see that I was in the shadeâor at any rate that there
was
some shade where I could get to it ifân I wanted. He made me feel as important as Perry. He treated me like I was the most âspensive thing he had in the world, and pretty soon I got to believing it myself. I lived up to it, you might say. He warnât much oâ one for games and tricks, Marse Robertânot like Jim. But then, Tom, you see,
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