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be toted round; but these yer prime fellers, they hates it like sin. No way but to fet- ter ‘em; got legs,- they’ll use ‘em,- no mistake.” “Well,” said the smith, feeling among his tools, “them plantations down thar, stranger, an’t jest the place a Kentuck nigger wants to go to; they dies thar tol’able fast, don’t they?” “Wal, yes, tol’able fast, ther dying is; what with the ‘climating and one thing and another, they dies so as to keep the market up pretty brisk,” said Haley. “Wal, now, a feller can’t help thinkin’ it’s a mighty pity to have a nice, quiet, likely feller, as good un as Tom is, go down to be fairly ground up on one of them ar sugar plantations.” “Wal, he’s got a fa’r chance. I promised to do well by him. I’ll get him in house-servant in some good old family, and then, if he stands the fever and ‘cli- mating, he’ll have a berth good as any nigger ought ter ask for.” “He leaves his wife and chil’en up here, s’pose?” “Yes; but he’ll get another thar. Lord, thar’s women enough everywhar,” said Haley. Tom was sitting very mournfully on the outside of the shop while this conver- sation was going on. Suddenly he heard the quick, short click of a horse’s hoof be- hind him; and, before he could fairly awake from his surprise, young Master George sprang into the wagon, threw his arms tumultuously round his neck, and was sobbing and scolding with energy. |
