Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 36: what you’re looking at

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30 MAUM GUINEA. pressin’ her han’s to hey. hens, and gettin’ faint-like, and then lookin’ so happy—dat's Ww ‘en I was a growin’ boy, and she were more’n twenty year ole. She nebber tell him how bad missus use her—low her back all. scarred up. with whipping, and her feet froze wid pein’ kep’ ‘out one col’ night all night. She was ’fraid massa would sell . her, eder dan see her used so bad; and she'd take it all, soo mer’n De e sold. ’way from him. “ Woll, missus. she find out way to. to make slave-girl more still, She quit a-whippin’ and a-starvin’ her, and took to gibbing it to me. She hoped to make my mudder run away wid me, and nebber come back no more. write all she knew ; she made n my « “clothes nice, and keep me clean, and w’en massa come home from, Washington City, she'd fix me up, and contribe to hab me e ‘round, 50 he'd see how much I growed, and how ‘bright I was; but he didn’t seem to keer—only | to be put out about it; and den she'd cry ober me nex’ time we was alone togedder, ‘cause he didn’t want to see me ’roun’. I s'pose he didn’t like to see me NPR, when he he was kissin’ his oder chil'ren, and showin’ ‘em de. nice “presents ‘he'd brought ;, but my mudder was 8 tl Hors 48 made hher feel bad; and de fact is, "twas pet {ms 0 fad, T 20k thin aad sembly and was all ime in a ki of scare ; my mudder use to set and cry ober me at nights, w’en she could get me wid her, wich wasn’t often, and somefimes she talk to me—oh, real bad—’bout ‘Missus Jonsing ; her eyes would shine till I was scared, and would begin to cry, and ask her not to look so; but I felt some drefful bad feelings in my own heart, and once I told her I was goin’ to Kill missus when I got big Ra Den she try to hush me up, an’ say I mus'n’ tink such naughty, wicked Vings. But I did tink ’em. w * * commiclooolkks.com