Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 95 of 228
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GETTING USED TO IT. 87 to get up, for I knew massa would be awful mad; but I“ couldn't, and dar I sot wen he come after us. “* W'y didn’t you bring him up to de house? De stage is going by in a few minutes, You don’t behave yourself berry well, Sophy,’ says he, and he takes my boy out of my arms, and walks out of de room wid him—and dat’s de last I eber see of Sam. “TI sot dar, kind of stupid; and bym-bye I heerd de stage- coach coming ‘long de road, and it stopped afore de house. I tried to get up, but I was too weak. Den, w’en it started on again, I flew out like a wild creature, dnd up de lane to de gate, jes’ in time to see it whirlin’ ober de hill—and dat was all. IguessI kind of fainted, till I come to, and heerd old Bess, de head-cook speaking to me, and she put her arm round me and lifted me up. | “* Nebber mind,’ says she, ‘you'll get use to it. J’s had five sold away, in my time. Come, I'll go back to your cabin wid you. I's got a little sperits here will rewive you up.’ “¢Nelson! Nelson! was all I said. “¢Yis, he'll take it harder dan most men would. But he'll get ober it. Don’ fret, honey. Eberybody has trouble Las’ year, massa hisself had a purty little girl die; your baby ain't dead; cheer up, honey.’ “*] wish it was dead,’ I muttered. “She took me in de house and made me drink some brandy, and staid wid me as long as she could, till she hed to go back and get supper. Den I sat alone, t'inking what Nelson would say w’en be came in, and his boy gone. It didn’t ‘pear to me as if twas so; I'd git up and look in Ce bed, see if Sam wasn’t dar; fast asleep—den I set down ag’in, and wish my husband nebber would come home. “T heerd him comin’ along, whistlin’, and he puts his head in de door, and calls out: comicloooks.comnn)