Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 40: what you’re looking at

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84 MAUM GUINEA. for a runaway, somehow, at las’, by somebody as was hard up, and mus’ sell somebody else’s niggah, ’kase he’d none of his own. I was sol’ by a man dat hadn’ a speck of right to. me, to a hotel-keeper in New Orleans; but I was ’fraid of so ’tickalerly disagreeable, dat he sol’ me to Massa Bell—and dat’s how J come down to Lousianny, Miss Rose, sartain.” CHAPTER IV. CHRISTMAS. ieee Hark! hear the bells, the Christmas bells! Ob, no! who set them I think I our bridal-bells, and I with joy am blind.—Atprics. For, borne from bells on music soft, That solemn hour went forth from heaven, To stir the starry airs aloft, And thrill the purple pulse of even. h, happy hush of heart to heart! moment molten through with bliss! - Tacnenaie ails when resisted, cruel.—M:rox, Ir was late Christmas morring before any one stirred on the Fairfax plantation. There were no children at the old mansion-house, to waken with the first crow of chanticleer, - and drag papa and mamma out of bed, to look for mysterious treasures dropped by their patron saint through the dark watches of the night; and everybody, white and black, had kept Christmas Eve with such fervor that Christmas Morn Comiclooks.conn