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88 MAUM GUINEA. ““Sam! Sam! here’s poppy cotched a squirrel in de fence. Come, Sam!’ Den he looked at me, and says he, ‘Is he asleep ?—den, for de fust time, I bust out a-cryin’, and he let de squirrel drop, and looks round sharp, and says: ‘ W'at’s happened ?—is de boy hurt ?” “*Oh, Nelson, massa’s sold him, and dey'’s took him far " away.’ “He dropped down on de step ’sif he was shot, and nebber spoke. I crawled up to him and leaned my head on his shoulder, and dar we sot ’most all night. He didn’t say much—he wasn’t no great talker no time—and all he tought not eben I could tell. But arter dat he was changed berry much. He was so silent and stubborn, I was almost ’fraid of him; but he did his work well—nobody complained him. - “ ~ “ Well, w’en my next baby come along, I felt a little hap- pier. It was a boy too, and I ’spected Nelson would get over his trouble, and take to de new pickaninny. He did. He was softer to it dan he’d eber been to Sam; he never spanked ‘*, nor got fretted wid it. But de did’nt seem to play wid it “so much, and he nebber come home whistlin’—ef I heerd him whistlin’ far off, w’en he turned Into de lane he allers stopped. *Peared like as if he was allers afraid, w’en he opened de door, he shouldn’t see no pickaninny dar. He was still, and hard-working, so dat eben dat ugly oberseer couldn't find much fault wid him. “Dan was a likely boy, too—we called our second, Dan’l, after de good man in de Bible, who was took up from de den of lions, as de hymn says—jist as pert and healthy s: little Sam had been. He was a favorite wid white and brack folks, jist as bright as a dollar, and so full of funny tricks. We tried not to set our hearts on him, for he'd be sold away too; but it peared as if de harder we tried not to, de 4 vy | COMIC OOKS.COM, Se ———EEE OS. OS eee d at