Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 93: what you’re looking at

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FIVE HUNDRED FOR 8AM. 83 his best .hands, and he cou:dn’t go to work ag’in fer ’most two weeks. After dat he let my husband alone fer a long time; but dar wasn’t any good feeling between de two. I use to beg Nelson not to aggrawate him, ’cause he was a bad-tempered man, anyhow, and he wouldn’t gain nothing but blows and cusses by going contrawise to him; but he was spunky too, Nelson was, and once-and-a-while de fire would blaze up dat he tried so hard fer to keep down. I knew he did try, for my sake,.’cause I begged him so hard. “Qur Sam was a beautiful pickaninny; so round, and fat, and shiny, and so full of fun. W’en he got big enough to roll around and kick, to laugh, and, bym-bye, to holler ‘ Pop, Pop!’ wen his fadder come home, den Nelson grew more happy-like. He lubbed his boy so much, he forgot his bad feelings tow’d de oberseer; he didn’t set no more of ebenings glooming over de whipping he got. Massa liked him berry much, ’kase Nelson had more sense’n most niggers, and he use to get him to do all de pertikeler jobs ’bout de farm. Sometimes he'd gib him few shillings silber; den Nelson he'd buy suthin for his boy, and he got him a red calico frock— real turkey calico—the purtiest you eber see. “One day I was up to de house wid Sam; Nelson was pickin tobacky in de field» Sam was goin’ on two year old, and use to play about de yard or kitchen w’ile I was working ‘round. I'd jist dropped de tates I was peeling, and run out to see wat he was doing, wen I met massa and a strange gemman walking through de yard, and dey stopped to. look — at my boy, and dey praised him up wonderful. He had on his red dress, and I wan’t surprised dat dey tought him a right smart, purty chile; but I didn’t tink notting farder, for ’tain’t often, yer know, dat masters sell little chil’ren "way from der mudders. pretty heard de gemman say, kind of low: ; conniclhooks. conn