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\ “Woll, one day, I was ten, ‘lebing year old, missus got oberseer to whip me for breaking a dish, and he happen to jerk my shoulder out of j’int; and den, I tell you, ny mudder, she couldn’ bar it no longer; she took me in her arms, and went before missus, and gib her sich a talking to, missus turned as w’ite as a ghost, and she had her out to de whip- ping-post less’n no time, to have ‘de sass took out of her,’ So, w’en we bof got well ennff to crawl aroun’, my mudder she took me, one night, and we run away. I t’ink she t’ought she'd go de right way, and she’d get to Washington City, and tell massa how t’was, and beg him to sell her an’ me away. But she got lost in de woods; dar was snow on de groun’ de second night we was out; she gib me all de biscuit and meat she had in her pocket, I ’spec’, and we wandered ’roun’ and ’roun’, days and days, and she put her petticoat qgber me ob nights; and one night she sung and sung so sweet to me, dat I stop crying and fell 'sleep, tinking of de angels, and de next mornin’, when I woke up, my mudder was dead. “ Yes, she was cold and dead, sure enough; and dar I set and hollered and cried, till bym-bye some men who was a-huntin’ come ‘long, and dey found us, and took mé out de woods; and "bout a month after I wer’ sent back to Missus Jonsing—but my mudder nebber troubled her no more. “ Missus wasn’t quite so bad to me after dat, but she nebber liked me berry well. I was aright smart boy, so spry and _ knowing, they couldn’ help having me ’round great deal. I use to wait on table and on company. — I got lots of comple- mens and kicks ‘both. I kep’ up my readin’ and writin’ wenever I had a chance, and I larned a little cypherin’ tol’ me once, mebbe I'd get to be oberseer myself some day. I was always kind o’ quiet for my age, and the older I growed the quieter I got. You see I was tinking of suthin more cComichooksicom