Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 79: what you’re looking at

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WHAT MAUMY THINKS oF IT. 73 “Curse ’em!” exclaimed the woman suddenly, drawing her tall form up, while her eyes flashed with vivid fire, “ecyrse ’em, I say! curse ’em all—buyer, seller, de whole w'ite race !” P “Oh, Maumy!” “Don’ you curse ’em, chile?” Ain’t dar dark spot in your bosom, jes’ as bitter as gall? Oh, dey'll sell our cbil’ren, w’en dey wants money! Massa Bell better sell his own girl! She ain’t so good nor so purty as Rose. a Aages bring fouret’ousand dollers, ho! ho !” “Oh, Maumy; how you talk!”"—the young mulatto-man had not yet become so familiar with secret and long-sup- pressed feelings like these, as not to be startled when he heard them uttered. “ But I wish I was a wite man.” “Oh, yis!” scornfully, “you'd be a human bein’ then, you know.” “T could help myself—I could do suthin. Now I can do notting—notting at all—my hands is tied. I laid out in de woods las’ night—all night, t'inkin’ about it. De stars shone like de glory hallelujah, de lake kep’ whisperin’, till 'd most a mind to jump in, and not hab to t'ink so hard any more. Oh, how I did wish I had four t’ousand dollers to go and gib Massa Bell, and take Rose and marry her as we’s promised to each oder. But I hadn’t no money—I could nebber earn any —not if I work my fingers to de bone all my life, I won't have any money, ’kase it’s all massa’s, and I b’long to him. I can’t take a wife, and hab her all my own, to take care of her and de pickaninnies, and"be proud of dem, and feel der mine. I. can’t be notting—f can’t hab notting—I'm a slave, Maum Ginny, dough I nebber knew what it meant, till I hear massa Bell talk yetterday. Oh, Lordy, how I wish I had some money !—if I had pile of dollers big dis room, I'd gib it all to buy Rose ’way from dat gentleum. Oh, I wish I had comichbooks.con