Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 34: what you’re looking at

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28 MAUM GUINEA. os _ “Oh, yes, tell us,” she pleaded, with lively curiosity. , “*Twon’t be nothin’ to make you laugh,” was the answer. “We don’ want. to laugh, jes’ now,” said Maum Guinea, gravely ; “it’s going on to Cris'mas now, and. we oughter be singing hymns of glory. - If you've any thing heavy on yer f mind, maybe you'll feel easier for sharing it, dough—w'en it lays 100 long, it grows 80 heaby, can’t be lifted nohow.” _“I¢ I must, I must,” said Johnson, and his auditors crowded a little closer about him, opening both ears and eyes, excepting July, who was dropping anise? on Jim’s shoulder, sateen -depsanetariaiens aaa 3 p ~~ - ov ys ys ae - |e fife 2 ; it Sa ’ — r. RSC aN “CHAPTER Tir. pee rhe, + a Gre i , ® ff 2 : en ’ JOHNSON'S: ‘STORY. the slave, where’er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb _To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime _ Of Seenseny,, berets fel- blossomed, onto fom ha PPL, Lowe... Her freezing re 5 ariting one who othe oop! Saas oe met te | ‘The’ great I 1 el “Twas born and brought up in Ole Virginny. aoe was a slave, and my fadder was a Member of Congress. I belongs to one of de fus' families—got good blood in my veins—say my fadder could make a speech as smart as any- y body in the city of Washington. My mudder was only fifteen year ole when I 1 was born, She was a house-servant, but only light work to. ‘do; use to sew for missus, and tend de chil’ren ; use use to hab good times ‘fore I was born ; but after dat, EComichooks-;com