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56 OLD JUPE. “You kin, Clar’. Tl dig a hole under dat big stump in de edge o’ master’s medder, and I’}]l bury it dar on a dark night, wen nobody’s a-looking. Ef I should dic sudding yow]l know whar ’tis. ’Arly in March Tl buy off, and set out on dat journey. It’s like Pll come tru Jefferson and gib you a call.” “T shall be right glad to see you dar, husban’, ef yer on yer way tow’d de conflagration ob your plan. But don’ ye come whinin’ and sneakin’ round, sayin’ ye can’t do it. I reckon, Jupe, I’d better help you bury dat pitcher fore I go. An’ min’! don’t ye be sech a “fool as to go dar ebery little while to look at it. Kase if yer does, somebody’ll be sartain to git on yer track, and dat ar’ pitcher will be resur- rected w’en you ain’t expectin’ it.” “ Lors, Cla’, Vink I’s a fool ?” “ Woll, not more’n two-thirds, p’raps, or I wouldn’ trus’ ye out wid de pitcher at all. But, you jis’ be keerful. Dar’s no harm in bein’ keerful.” “ Don’ ye fret, Cla’, Pll do jis’ as I said. O, wife, don’ I wish I could write! I mean to learn right away, and send a letter to Californy. I don’ want to git nobody to write it fer me, kase they'd know what was in it.” | “ You write !”’ exclaimed auntie with withering contempt. “Wat you tink your paws is good fer? ‘Sides, de letter would get los. You mus’ find him, and tell him by word o’ mouf. So! Oh, dear! Woll, husban’, remember ebery day lo’ makes her so much longer to suffer. Now do you be ‘wise as a sarpint and harmless as a dog,’ Jupe, cause you’ve got a great trus’ dependin’ on you. ‘To whom much is gib’n more will be spected,’ and I’s gib’n all my share in dat money. Now you keep a right smart watch on de pitcher, will ye ?” For the hundredth time Jupe promised, and when auntie was really gone on her sad journey, when strangers were in the little cottage and Jupe back on his master’s farm, he kept his word with ail the cunning discretion of his race. In Feb- ruary he proposed to his master to buy his freedom, who was not as much surprised, since it was known that the man had the three hundred dollars which he had received of the Vig- ilance Committee. is master consented, and was even so COnnicloookxs.com