Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 18: what you’re looking at

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and she gave them a kind of wise sympathy, asking none in return for her own cares, if she had any. “Plenty ob good times, Cris'mas,” continued Hyperion “I don’ like it; it’s black tome—blacker ’n my own blood.” She spoke this with such sudden fierceness, and a Jook of such terrible passion leaped out of her eyes for an instant, ‘ that the laugh-was frightened out of her companion’s fice He scraped the ground with his shoe, not knowing what reply to make, though his curiosity was keenly alive. “ Mos’ folks likes it, specially collfd pussons,” he continued, at Jength ; “nuffin to do, den, but play an’ dance and half pois ‘Gorry, T guess dem poor’ field niggers glad ob 7" Maum Guinea did not appear to hear him. Her sudden fit of communicativeness was over, and her eyes were fixed on the distant sky with a far-away look; after waiting a short time, he moved on, not thinking it safe to interrupt her mood. - «1gpec’s you found Rosa well ?” He wheeled around suddenly and met her half-smiling lee ak Meeaieesater Eis SiG’ ‘Teak “enifle—with 2 — embarrassed air, “*Olare for it, Matim Guinea, I b'ieves you know seryting going on—eben what one’s inking.” “ Birds sing sweet afore Valentine—ask Massa Philip,” she replied, rising and going in-dodrs, muttering to herself, when there, “ blackbirds better not try to sing—no use—no use” “T's got a more importan’ questing to ask massa,” whis- pered Hyperion to himself— old massa, too; ef it was only young ‘massa, shouldn’ car’. Gorry, but I hates it! I orter to do it dis berry day, while Massa Philip so tickled wid his letter; p'raps /e’l ask ole massa for me,”"—and he turned the corner of the house, whistling softly, and stealing a subtle glance out of the corner of his eye to see if Mr. Philip was ’ | ComiIchooks.com