Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 53: what you’re looking at

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CHRISTMAS-NIGHT IN THE CABIN. 47 CHAPTER V._ SCIPIO’S STORY. = - Look out the stars, my love, . {Meek Pohatwe them with’ thine eyes, On which, the lights abo hero Wange wore destinies. ag rey hen rg A en, ,u out, an Ob, Miss Minny, but I’m ’feared we'll have to part— 3 P’ve done broke my banjo, and you’ve done iets my heart. Tue same company that had listened to Johnson’s story, on Christmas Eve, were gathered again in Maum Guinea’s cabin, the night after the ball. She had treated them toa supper of roast fowls and sweet potatoes, with pound-cake and coffee for dessert; the fowls she had bought with her own money, and Mrs. Fairfax had given her the other things. The supper was cleared away, the fire flashed up cheer- fully, and the whole company joined in singing song after | song, accompanied by a banjo played by Scipio, the good- natured fellow who had congratulated Jim on ridding the world of the deyil. Hyperion sung some songs which his ready ear had caught from the parlor—fashionable airs which had not yet descended to the kitchen; hymns, also, of that vigorous and exciting character liked by the race, were given with great fervor, and when they were sung, Maum Guinea joined in with a clear, high voice that thrilled a person When the music was exhausted, the stories began. Again Maumy arranged the “cuts” in her hand, and all. drew, except Johnson, who, having told his story, was-“ out of the ring.” The lot fell to July. commiclsool tesa wWa