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

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° DRAWING CUTS FOR A STORY. 27 the wit of the company again ; a Smaryeoay waiWe '5'B0 kinky, hain’t no end to stand on.” | “Tt’s ’traiter yourn, anyhow,” retorted the young lady. -a-heah, chil’ren, ’tain’t more’n “leben o'clock, and nobody can’t go to bed till de blessed Cris’mas comes in. S'posin’ somebody tells each oder de trite—suthin as has hap- pened to hisself, some time anodder. We's all slaves, and wels all been sold once or more, *ceptin’ *Perion here. Les’ tell authin "bout were we ctim from, wen we's sony Dreateen we had anodder massa,” said Jim. They all looked at Maum Guinea. lan “ Go on, chil’ren,” said she; “ole woman’ll listen.” “But you ain’t ole, Maumy,” — Rose, “and you know more’n any de rest.” “ Woll, wotl! let oders tell dere’s first. - Dar’s seben eben- ings comin’, and we can tell lots ob stories. Who'll begin ?” “Draw cn rar i 001 -p: bentighk tga 1 pulled ‘as ea ee hand so that but one end should be visible—the one who drew the shortest splint to tell the first story. The lot fell upon Johnson, a honse-servant from the Bell” plantation, a slender, thin, rather sullen-looking man of about thirty, with eiiering, Dalian Cyet, Sad 6. gone nee kaos A> is =u + bes, ar eum ei "ane noah TP PGO RO = Johnson looked over at Rose ; her hand was in Hyperion’s, but her eyes were fixed upon him éoaxingly ; although his fellow-servant, she knew nothing of his history previous to his arrival at Massa Bell’s, two years ago. ComIcbooks:.com — — |