Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 71: what you’re looking at

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the lake; and around this gathered the company, waited - upon by their house-servants, while whe rest of the negroes lolled in the shade, at a respectful distance. ._The murmur of the water, just rippled by the breeze, darkening and brighten- ing as the fleecy clouds swept overhead, made pleasant music in their ears, giving an extra relish to the cold ham and fowls, the biscuits and claret, which formed the lunch. The ~ plainest yiands have an unwonted charm, when partaken of by a tired hunting-party in the open air, and here were plenty of delicacies, as well as substantials. -“ “What is the matter, Hyperion—are you sick?” asked Virginia, near the close of the repast, as he came near her to offer her the wine. She had been watching him for some time, concerhed for him, as he looked so ill and haggard, performing his duties by force - will, and without a particle of his usual vivacity. “No, not berry. Nuthin’ much.” “ Shall I tell Rose you had the blues to-day ?” Even that magic name awoke no sparkle on the dull face. “T’ank you, missus, you berryekind.” Nobody else noticed the sudden and singular change which had come over the favorite slave—the pet boy—the pinched look of the nostrils, the contracted lines about the mouth and eyes, the listless movements. “Isn't it perfectly charming here?” exclaimed Kate, as the pucbammarenicensnrinein eo okt ah “TI could stay here forever.” fl inact a pe I always loved ik” answered Virginia. — Weveitiidieahy dee Fenda have liked to have been with Philip at that moment, if her physical endurance had been equal to a whole day’s hunting. “ Come, boys, get out the boat, and row us across the water.” Comiclboolkks.conn