Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 75: what you’re looking at

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{HE WRONG COON. 69 Lordy! I's killed! Ys clean gone killed, no mistake! oh, Lordy !” “That's Uncle Zip’s voice, as sure as I’m alive,” said Philip. “Tt’s Uncle Zip!” echoed all. “ Zip, is that you ?” called Philip. “Oh, laws-a-mussy! Oh, Lordy! yis, its me!” “Are you much hurt? Can’t you come down ?” “Oh, I’s killed, sure ‘nuff! Oh, no, I can’t come down. T’s shot right in de shoul’er—can’t stir, oh—oh—ouch !” “Well, you are in a bad box, old fellow—no mistake,” gaid Philip. “Boys, how shall we get him down ?” “We's hab to climb up dar, and try if we can lof him ‘down easy,” was the suggestion, which was finally adopted. Two stout negroes climbed the tree until they came to the “wounded man, about whose waist they tied a rope, and let him down as gently as possible; but not without much groaning and crying from the poor old fellow, who was really in a good deal of pain. “How came you up in the tree?” inquired his young master, after he had given him a little brandy from a flask in his belt. “Oh, massa, I don’ want to tell,” was the whimpering reply. “ Gorry, Bi knows,” cried one of the negroés; “ it’s a bee- tree.” “Oh, ho! oh, ho!” cfied the others. Now, ss chalteahsenitenehir telco Sanebigtnit ta the negro-quarters, that the old fiddler had been enjoying, for some weeks, an unfailing supply of honey. They had suspected that he had discovered a bee-tree; but, if so, he had no idea of sharing his prize; the selfish old rascal kept his store of sweets to himself, much to the envy of his friends. They “had kept watch on his proceedings, in hopes of tracking him eComicloOokksS.conn