It appears Bono is known among our Company, and is a favorite already of many. No sooner had he and I settled beside one another, than Bono was asked with surprise, “You friend of Buckra, before you come to Lord Dunmore?”
Bono saw that by “Buckra,” I was meant; and replied, “Oh, I known Buckra since we all had to wipe his behind and weigh the leavings.”
This was not, perhaps, the introduction I would have wished, contributing little to my own stature or ease; and I find myself fervently wishing that he could have refrained from referring to that gloomy period of my infancy and its galling rituals. Still, however, Bono is too dear to me, and I admire too greatly his facility with others and fear too much his wrath if corrected to protest; and so I swallowed shame and smiled when the rest laughed.