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“These yer knowin’ boys is allers aggravatin’ and sarcy,” said a coarse-look- ing fellow, from the other side of the room; “that’s why they gets cut up and marked so. If they behaved themselves, they wouldn’t.” “That is to say, the Lord made ‘em men, and it’s a hard squeeze getting ‘em down into beasts,” said the drover, dryly. “Bright niggers isn’t no kind of ‘vantage to their masters,” continued the other, well intrenched, in a coarse, unconscious obtuseness, from the contempt of his opponent; “what’s the use o’ talents and them things, if you can’t get the use on ‘em yourself? Why, all the use they make on’t is to get round you. I’ve had one or two of these fellers, and I jest sold ‘em down river. I knew I’d got to lose ‘em, first or last, if I didn’t.” “Better send orders up to the Lord, to make you a set, and leave out their souls entirely,” said the drover. Here the conversation was interrupted by the approach of a small one-horse buggy to the inn. It had a genteel appearance, and a well-dressed gentlemanly man sat on the seat, with a colored servant driving. The whole party examined the new-comer with the interest with which a set of loafers on a rainy day usually examine every newcomer. He was very tall, with a dark, Spanish complexion, fine, expressive black eyes, and close-curling hair, also of a glossy blackness. His well-formed aquiline nose, straight thin lips, and the admirable contour of his finely-formed limbs, impressed the whole company |
