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condition,- very;” and Mr. Wilson sat down to a table, and began nervously chew- ing the handle of his umbrella. “See here, now, Mr. Wilson,” said George, coming up and sitting himself de- terminately down in front of him; “look at me, now. Don’t I sit before you, every way, just as much a man as you are? Look at my face,- look at my hands,- look at my body,” and the young man drew himself up proudly; “why am I not a man, as much as anybody? Well, Mr. Wilson, hear what I can tell you. I had a father-one of your Kentucky gentlemen-who didn’t think enough of me to keep me from be- ing sold with his dogs and horses, to satisfy the estate, when he died. I saw my mother put up at sheriff’s sale, with her seven children. They were sold before her eyes, one by one, all to different masters; and I was the youngest. She came and kneeled down before old Mas’r, and begged him to buy her with me, that she might have at least one child with her; and he kicked her away with his heavy boot. I saw him do it; and the last that I heard was her moans and screams, when I was tied to his horse’s neck, to be carried off to his place.” “Well, then?” “My master traded with one of the men, and bought my oldest sister. She was a pious, good girl,- a member of the Baptist Church,- and as handsome as my poor mother had been. She was well brought up, and had good manners. At first, I was glad she was bought, for I had one friend near me. I was soon sorry for it. Sir, I have stood at the door and heard her whipped, when it seemed as if every blow cut into my naked heart, and I couldn’t do anything to help her; and she was |
