Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 97: what you’re looking at

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SOMETHING BREWING. = —_— closter he grew to us. We knew de sinartest chil’ren sold cle fust. . “ Well, frien’s, Dan’l was spared to us till he was nigh six years old; and den massa had a bad crop, and a hard time, and-he was getting more slaves dan he could ‘ford to keep and Dan was sold, wid a hull lot more, large and small. “T asked massa to sell us long wid our child; but he so so much store by Nelson, he didn’t want to part wid him, ‘sides, de cook was gettin’ ole, and’ I mos’ly took her place. So our boy went away, and we nebber knew whar, nor wed der he be dead or libing now. are “Massa sot great store by Nelson, and it was sorry times for massa dat he did. Berry fine to like him, ’kase he honest and work hard; but he was a-playin’ wid fire, wen he sole hig chil’ren away. My man wasn’ like some niggers; he couldn’ b’ar eyeryt’ing, and nebber geem to feel it. He couldn't laugh and sing, and take tings easy, no matter what happen. He didn’ like knocks and whippins, and raising chil’ren for market, like as they was chickens and pigs. “J wonder if dar’s anybody ’round ?” continued the story- teller, after a moment’s pause. “Set up closter, my frien’s, and fust let me look out a minit,”—and she went to the door, — peered forth into the darkness, returned, and resumed her narrative in a half-whisper : : “Not long after Dan was gone from us, Nelson begun to go out nights. He'd steal away after I was in bed, and wouldn’t come in, sometimes, till nigh daylight. _If I asked him whar he was, sometimes he'd say, huntin’ coons; and agin, fishing; but he never brought no fish home, and I didn’t believe him. ’Peared to me dar was suthin pertikeler on his mind, but he wouldn't tell me what it was. Some- times, when de oberseer_had gib him a kick or a blow, he'd speak of it at night, and laugh in such a strange way, it ComiclboOoks.conn