Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 137: what you’re looking at

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MAUMY’S SUGGESTION., 127 perhaps, nine o'clock when they returned together, to have a few last words of endearment and farewell, with only their beloved “Maumy” for a listener. The time had come for her to express herself. Closing the door caréfulfy;“she spoke in a low, steady voice : “Quit yer crying, chil’ren, and make up “yer minds to do something. Why don’t you run away ?” They looked up at her in fear and surprise; her form seemed the expression of a concentrated will; her eyes were bright and resolute, as a panther’s when her young are threatened by the hunter. “Td be afraid,” whispered Rose, within hella “Would you be afraid, if I'd go.”long?” asked Maum Guinea. “ No, Maumy, not wid you and ’Perion.” “ Where could we go?” asked the young man. | - He had lifted himself up eagerly, and looked feady to meet the emergency; but it is not strange that he asked where they could go—they had not that dreaded, dreary refuge of the Dismal Swamp, to which many a desperate fugitive betakes himself; the country was open and settled; the river, a day’s journey away. There was only the temporary refuge of the dark and tangled forest lying along the edge of the plantation; they might reach that, and if they escaped immediate arrest, might make their way, by night-journeys, to the river; and there would be the double dan r of detec- tion, and the great difficulty of securing a passage on any of the boats. if you'd rather run the risks, than see Rose go off to New Orleans wid dat new owner, why, we'll try—dat’s all. Don’t make much difference to me whar Jam. I's as well off here as I can be anywhar, now; but if it be a help and conmiclooolks.conn