Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 72: what you’re looking at

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66 MAUM GUINEA. - The slaves obeyed; the little boat was drawn up where the ladies could get into it; they took seats, and the rowers lazily dipped their oars, with just enough outlay of energy to keep the boat in motion. The fishing-tackle was not found in very good order; but they canght two or three scaly prizes, which they avowed their intention of having for supper. - Dreamily the boat flitted to and fro, amid broad-leaved plants; the young ladies talked, as girls will, much nonsense and somé poetry ; they dipped their hands.in the water—fair hands, which floated, like water-lilies, drawn along by the current of the boat; they sung, and chattered; they laughed, they watched, the wild-birds; and all this time, Johnson and Hyperion, silent, preoccupied, melancholy, rowed them whither they listed, not once striking up their usual merry boat-song of— ; . “Gineral Jackson mighty man, Waugh, my kingdom, fire away— Fought on sea, and fought on land, Waugh, my kingdom, fire away.” “Wat de matter wid you, Perion? Needn’ tell me— dar’s suthin done gone wrong,” remarked Johnson, as the two, “ Don’t ask me, Johnson, don’t. If de worst happen, you ll know it soon enough; and if it don’t, no use fretting.” “Hope notting bad won't happen to you, ole feller,” said his companion, earnestly; everybody liked Hyperion, and Johnson had experienced so much trouble himself, that he knew it was no light matter which had come over his friend. “!Tain’t me,” was the brief reply, and that was all the salet could be induced to say. “Give us a roaring, dancing, beautiful fire, Johnson; it’s _ getting dark, and there's no signs of the hunters yet We > Conmmichooks.conm