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“Law, Missis,” said Cudjoe, “the ice is all in broken-up blocks, a swinging and a tetering up and down in the water!” “I know it was-I know it!” said she, wildly; “but I did it! I wouldn’t have thought I could,- I didn’t think I should get over, but I didn’t care! I could but die, if I didn’t. The Lord helped me; nobody knows how much the Lord can help ‘em, till they try,” said the woman, with a flashing eye. “Were you a slave?” said Mr. Bird. “Yes, sir; I belonged to a man in Kentucky.” “Was he unkind to you?” “No, sir; he was a good master.” “And was your mistress unkind to you?” “No, sir-no! my mistress was always good to me.” “What could induce you to leave a good home, then, and run away, and go through such dangers?” The woman looked up at Mrs. Bird with a keen, scrutinizing glance, and it did not escape her that she was dressed in deep mourning. “Ma’am,” she said, suddenly, “have you ever lost a child?” The question was unexpected, and it was a thrust on a new wound; for it was only a month since a darling child of the family had been laid in the grave. |
