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50 MAUM GUINEA. nebber get back, ’cause it allers happened so many cur’as *tings to keep me—couldn’ raise no chickens, ’cause I ‘tole so many eggs; and if dar was comp’ny to dinner, I allers npsot de dishes and drop de gravy bout on de carpet; an’ I kep’ de little pigs squealin’ awful, and lame de turkies t’rowin’ tones at ’em; so I got lots of w’ippins, and dey made me smart—dat’s so—and I hain’t got ober it yet. “ Woll, I was such a bodder, massa sen’ me to be sold. I kicked and hollered drefful, for I t’ought bein’ sold was wuss an bein’ w’ipped—yer see, I was but half-growed den, and Td heerd de niggers talk ‘bout being sold down to de rice- swamps, wich I tought was in de bad place "bout w'ich Aunt Dinah used to pray and sing on Sunnays; an’ I kicked so, dey tied my legs togedder, just as Cuffee ties chickens to take to market, and put me in a wagon and drove me to toyp; and I looked ‘round, and tought wasn’t so bad as dey’d make b’lieve. I see lots o’ t’ings berry interesting, and wen dey come to big room w’ere dey was a-sellin’ niggers, up on a high place, I gets up purty good spirits, and was berry quiet and perlite, ’specially as massa said he'd t’rash all de skin off me, if I didn’ behabe myself fust-rate. Wen dey put me up dar, and de feller begun to turn me roun’ and praise me up, I tought to myself: *Gorry, I guess I's some punkins, arter all!’ and w’en I see a good-natured lookin’ gentleum a-steppin’ up, and lookin’ at me purty much as if he’d a mind to buy me, I giggled, and put my t'umb on my nose, much as to ask him to please take me; and~-he smiled, and turned to de feller w’at was a-hollerin’ me off : “* Tricky ? ’quires he. “* Oh, he’s chock-full of life and sperits, says de oder; “he’s bilin’ ober wid health and strength—/e’ nebber be one of de sullen kind—and de gentleum took a faney to me, it "pears, for dey struck up a bargain widout much trouble. af Comichooks:com