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denly down with a despairing plunge, she sat down to the table, and “lifted up her voice and wept.” “S’pose we must be resigned; but oh Lord! how ken I? If I know’d anything whar you’s goin’, or how they’d sarve you! Missis says she’ll try and ‘deem ye, in a year or two; but Lor! nobody never comes up that goes down thar! They kills ‘em! I’ve hearn ‘em tell how dey works ‘em up on dem ar plantations.” “There’ll be the same God there, Chloe, that there is here.” “Well,” said Aunt Chloe, “s’pose dere will; but de Lord lets drefful things hap- pen, sometimes. I don’t seem to get no comfort dat way.” “I’m in the Lord’s hands,” said Tom; “nothin’ can go no furder than He lets it; and thar’s one thing I can thank Him for. It’s me that’s sold and going down, and not you nur the chil’en. Here you re safe;- what comes will come only on me; and the Lord, He’ll help me,- I know He will.” Ah, brave, manly heart,- smothering thine own sorrow, to comfort thy beloved ones! Tom spoke with a thick utterance, and with a bitter choking in his throat,- but he spoke brave and strong. “Let’s think on our marcies!” he added, tremulously, as if he was quite sure he needed to think on them very hard indeed. “Marcies!” said Aunt Chloe; “don’t see no marcy in’t! ‘tan’t right! ‘tan’t right it should be so! Mas’r never ought ter left it so that ye could be took for his debts. Ye’ve arnt him all he gets for ye, twice over. He owed ye yer freedom, and ought |
