"BOSS, dere's trouble comin'," said Susannah, as she was clearing away the dinner dishes.
"What makes you think so, Susannah?" asked the Captain politely.
"I done dream a black dream las' night," said Susannah, putting down her tray, "and dis very mornin' I done los' my lucky rabbit foot. My hair stands all on end an' my knuckles crack. Yo' take my word for it, boss, dere's a heap ob trouble comin' dis way."
"Maybe it's a storm," said the Captain and went to the window to look at the sky. The sky was very blue.
