Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 148: what you’re looking at

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138 MAUM GUINEA. remember you partly promised to tell us a story ’bout your self? I wish you'd tell it now. Do, Maumy, I’s so tired.” “ Better not. tell it, ’till we're safe away from dis yere . country. /Might make you low-spirited, chile; and you'll 4 need all your courage.” “Td rudder you'd tell it now. When we get ’way from, here, I don’t want to hear t’ings to make me sad—want to forget "em. Do, Ginny! my head aches, and. the time is so long.” - “JT never have tole it to nobody,” muttered the woman. “ Maybe you'd feel better to tell it to us, Maumy.” “Ah! I never ’spect to feel better on dis yearth, chile. Folks gets where dar ain’t any comfort for ’em, sometimes. But seeing I’m yer maumy noW, sartain, and haye took up my lot wid yours, whatever happens, maybe I'll tell it to ye.” She sat silent a few moments, as if making up her mind to the effort. Dew dripped from the dark rocks above them; the only light was the dull glimmer at the mouth of the cave ; the dreariness of the place was indescribable, and her mood was just desperate enough to impel her to the narrative which hitherto had never passed her lips. With her two eager listeners gazing into her strange, expressive face, Maum Guinea began her story. CoOmmicloooks.comnn