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Mr. Bird turned around and walked to the window, and Mrs. Bird burst into tears; but, recovering her voice, she said, “Why do you ask that? I have lost a little one.” “Then you will feel for me. I have lost two, one after another, left ‘em buried there when I came away; and I had only this one left. I never slept a night without him; he was all I had. He was my comfort and pride, day and night; and, ma’am, they were going to take him away from me,- to sell him,- sell him down south, ma’am, to go all alone,- a baby that had never been away from his mother in his life! I couldn’t stand it, ma’am. I knew I never should be good for anything, if they did; and when I knew the papers were signed, and he was sold, I took him and came off in the night; and they chased me,- the man that bought him, and some of Mas’r’s folks,- and they were coming down right behind me, and I heard ‘em. I jumped right on to the ice; and how I got across, I don’t know,- but, first I knew, a man was helping me up the bank.” The woman did not sob nor weep. She had gone to a place where tears are dry; but every one around her was, in some way characteristic of themselves, showing signs of hearty sympathy. The two little boys, after a desperate rummaging in their pockets, in search of those pocket-handkerchiefs which mothers know are never to be found there, had thrown themselves disconsolately into the skirts of their mother’s gown, where they were sobbing, and wiping their eyes and noses, to their hearts’ content;- Mrs. Bird had her face fairly hidden in her pocket-handkerchief; and old Dinah, with |
