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128 . MAUM GUINEA. comfort to ye, to haye my company, why, I’m goin’ along. Dey may tear me to pieces, if dey want to—I’m going. I didn’t tink I'd ever sot my heart on anyting in dis yere world ag’in; but I’ve grown to like you two—’pears ’most as if you were my own; and if you want Mammy to go wid you, she’s going. And now, we can’t stand it to hide in de woods, ‘less we eat something. Set down and make a goed supper ; ye'll need it "fore we’s tru’ wid this.” She began to pour out the coffee as she spoke. They obeyed her with a kind of blind, bewildered obedience. Hope, too, sprung up, at her words; and those, whose dry throats had refused to swallow a morsel through the day, now ate with considerable appetite. She forced upon each the second cup of strong, stimulating coffee, and herself partook of the “ An’ now,” said she, as they concluded the hurried repast, “you bof go Back to de house. Rose must stand ’roun’, whar she will be seen; and you go to your master’s room, ’Perion, and draw up your papers as a free colored man. You must write like Colonel Fairfax, and sign his name. You's pert at writing, and you can do it. Put on your silber watch and all your little fixin’s, to look respectable, and take all de money you have. I haba hundred dollars myself. It will buy our passage, if we get to de boats. I'll be your maumy— Rose’ll be your wife. Den you get back here—I'll be ready.” Half an hour later, the three stood in the field running along beyond the negro-quarters. Maum Guinea had sent the young folks on first, remaining behind only long enough to cover the fire and fasten.the door of her cabin, as if she had retired for the night. “Tt’s full ten o’clock ; they'll be going home in two hours. You'll be missed den, sartain; but probably not before dat. *Perion, did you help yourself to Massa Philip’s reyolyer ?” ¥ conniclsooks.conmm