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his poor old mother; and he has come all the way back to comfort her, and get a chance to get her away.” “Has he got her?” “Not yet; he has been hanging about the place, and found no chance yet. Meanwhile, he is going with me as far as Ohio, to put me among friends that helped him, and then he will come back after her.” “Dangerous, very dangerous!” said the old man. George drew himself up, and smiled disdainfully. The old gentleman eyed him from head to foot, with a sort of innocent wonder. “George, something has brought you out wonderfully. You hold up your head, and speak and move like another man,” said Mr. Wilson. “Because I’m a freeman!” said George, proudly. “Yes, sir; I’ve said Mas’r for the last time to any man. I’m free!” “Take care! You are not sure,- you may be taken.” “All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that, Mr. Wilson,” said George. “I’m perfectly dumfoundered with your boldness!” said Mr. Wilson,- “to come right here to the nearest tavern!” “Mr. Wilson, it is so bold, and this tavern is so near, that they will never think of it; they will look for me on ahead, and you yourself wouldn’t know me. Jim’s |
