Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 13: what you’re looking at

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A PLANTATION COTTAGE. e | > “You knows you's better lookin’ dan J uly. Wish you = wouldn’ refer to-dat indiwidial ag’in, Miss Rose; it hurts. ; my feelins.” a “Oh, it does !”—with provoking incredulity. “But you see, Jim was ober here, Sunnay night, and he to? me you * and July was gone to tin’ togedder.” . “Oh, gorry, Jim’ll get thrashed for tellin’ dat story. Thad a sprained ankle, and couldn’ go nowhar. I was as oneasy as a fish out of water all de ebenin’, for I ’spec’ he come and tell you some lie. Hope you wouldn’ have nuffin to say to him, Rose—he’s nuffin but coachman. Massa don’ set no great store by Aim.” | “ He plays de banjo bestus eber I heard—Jim does.” It was very cruel of the girl to make this assertion so coolly ; Hyperion kicked the gate-post, and looked sullen. * Although it was the middle of December, the rich sunshine of the South melted over the landscape, of which the figures of the speakers made at this moment a vivid and picturesque part; the girl, graceful in form and motion, with her red head-dress, and gold ear-rings glittering with every move- ment; the boy, dressed in the extremest elegance of a valet, in his master’s left-off clothing, lounging indolently ; both of them belonging to the finest specimens of mulattoes, young and handsome. They preferred the full warmth and light of the noonday sun, to the shadows on either side of the tree- bordered avenue, at the foot of which they stood ; “and as The ‘road which ran past led through a rich and level country, divided into such_extensive plantations, that only two or three other dwellings were anywhere visible, besides the low, large cottage which stood at the head of the avenue, a veranda extending around the first story, and trees embow- COMME OO KSaCON