Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 84 of 228
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 84: what you’re looking at
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bes] MAUM GUINEA. Virginia can’t spare her. I don’t see what Judge Bell should .« be wanting to sell Rose, for; he can well afford to keep her, and she’s a good, abedient girl.” “Dat New Orleans gentleum offer a big price for Rose, massa.” “Aha! that’s it, is it? Too bad! too bad! Ought to be ashamed of himself!” He went on with his breakfast, and seeing with how little spirit his valet was performing his light duties, he said, gayly: “ Never mind, boy, ‘there’s as good fish in the sea as ever was caught.’ If they send Rose away, I'll keep a sharp look- out for some other pretty girl, that will suit you just as well.” “ Don’t want no oder,” was the trembling reply. | It was evident that Philip Fairfax, with all his good feeling—his young, generous nature—did not regard the fact - of a slave losing the object of his affection, and losing her in such a way too, in the same light which he would have viewed it, if somebody had come along and forced from him his right and title to the heart and hand of a certain fair young girl, who was dreaming of him at that hour, even with her prayer-book open before her. In the eyes of hard masters, slaves are brutes, to be worked as much as will “pay,” like their horses and mules; in the eyes of kind masters, they are, at best, a sort of children, to be looked after and made to do their tasks. Philip was kind; he would have been sorry if his pet “ boy” had complained of the toothache, or the loss of some trifling treasure; he was sorry for him now ; but he djd not take his case to heart, and judge it as he would have done his own—how could he? If he had done so, he would have pulled the key-stone from the foundation of the whole splendid theory of slavery. “Oh, massa,” pleaded the valet, throwing himself upon the indulgence to which he was accustomed, when Philip had Conc ooolks.comn)