A Daughter of Maryland — page 39: what you’re looking at

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—_ vy. & , ee te epee: Pe Sy Q4 A DAUGHTER OF MARYLAND. ‘‘Tt’s raining, Uncle Frost.. We are having a fearful storm.’’ ‘‘Mebbe yit’s all ’cause de good Lord don’t want enny one but yo’ to hear me. Come berry near, honey. Now listen, an’ don’ yo’ miss a word. Ebery word is like a hot iron, but dey mus’ be tol’. Yo’ hearin’ me, honey?’’ ‘‘Yes, Uncle Frost; go on with your story. ’’ ‘<Vit’s harder den I thought to tell, but somebudy mus’ know. I know no one else to tell. But let me begin. Yit all happened er long time ago. Bress me! yit wuz afore yo’ were bo’n, honey. Den I wuz libbin’ at Graymont wiv Massa Southard, an’ nebber t’inkin’ what wuz goin’ to happen. Massa Southard wuz a good man; eberybuddy said dat. De ol’ place looked scrumpus, ’cos yo’ see he had plenty ob help—three hundred slaves, honey, an’ ebery one ob dem willin’ workers. How I hab longed fer dem good ol days. But bress me how hard work ’tis fer me to git to what I want to tell. ’Pears like I could talk all eround it forebber. How de ribber do roar, honey! ‘‘EKberyt’ing seemed at yits bes’ at Graymont, an’ ebery nigger was happy, w’en one night jess as dark massa sent for me, an’ tol’ me to saddle der big bay hoss fer him an’ de sorrel fer myself’, an’ to be p’rared to go on a ride instunter. Ob course yit weren’t fer me to do udder den he tol’ me, an’ s’pec’s I got dat saddles on dem hosses in short meter. But none too quick fer massa, an’ he jump inter de seat quicker den ebber I see him afore, an’ he terrible spry man. I see he look awful glum, ’an w’en he rid off he went at sich a gallop dat I had hard work to keep in sight ob him. | ‘At fust I t’ought he wuz goin’ to Sylvanny, but I knowed dat couldn’t be.so, fer I knowed a Southard an’ a Lancier nebber spoke to each obber. I nebber know what make dat quarrel, but I know yit berry bitter. Wull, I found arter a while dat Massa Southard wuz goin’ to de ol’ Granary, es de ol’ mill on de White Slash wuz called. WT APPR ALU NEI By iyi oF PANO Wea tbal werd) TIME heehee hI OUN Cm Mr OO tA 6 Wuyi Par) & Pe Ya AP ed i 8 OP a rea ME Bie A a Cian ioe aay OMT eo PRT Cea aa OP Re ee re ee eee a Po, hae Tre) \ , Fae ay i 7 a : ¥y ; > he . ’ es, a ; . wy aT My : : ) hak hay whe is FY hes Tm iM i; . r/ } ; i 4 ‘ ‘ ‘comicboo «Sj col a