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don’t get them, what’s he good for?” And Aunt Chloe covered her face with her checked apron, and began to sob in good earnest. “Pray for them that ‘spitefully use you, the good book says,” says Tom. “Pray for ‘em?” said Aunt Chloe; “Lor, it’s too tough? I can’t pray for ‘em.” “It’s natur, Chloe, and natur’s strong,” said Tom, “but the Lord’s grace is stronger; besides, you oughter think what an awful state a poor crittur’s soul’s in that’ll do them ar things,- you oughter thank God that you an’t like him, Chloe. I’m sure I’d rather be sold, ten thousand times over, than to have all that ar poor crittur’s got to answer for.” “So’d I, a heap,” said Jake. “Lor, shouldn’t we cotch it, Andy?” Andy shrugged his shoulders, and gave an acquiescent whistle. “I’m glad Mas’r didn’t go off this morning, as he looked to,” said Tom; “that ar hurt me more than sellin’, it did. Mebbe it might have been natural for him, but ‘twould have come desp’t hard on me, as has known him from a baby; but I’ve seen Mas’r, and I begin ter feel sort o’ reconciled to the Lord’s will now. Mas’r couldn’t help hisself; he did right, but I’m feared things will be kinder goin’ to rack, when I’m gone. Mas’r can’t be spected to be a-pryin’ round everywhar, as I’ve done, a-keepin’ up all the ends. The boys all means well, but they’s powerful car’less. That ar troubles me.” The bell here rang, and Tom was summoned to the parlor. |
