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“Wal, ‘tis kinder pity, now, not to buy her with her son-her heart seems so sot on him,- s’pose they fling her in cheap.” “Them that’s got money to spend that ar way, it’s all well enough. I shall bid off on that ar boy for a plantation-hand;- wouldn’t be bothered with her, no way,- not if they’d give her to me,” said Haley. “She’ll take on desp’t,” said the man. “Nat’lly, she will,” said the trader, coolly. The conversation was here interrupted by a busy hum in the audience; and the auctioneer, a short, bustling, important fellow, elbowed his way into the crowd. The old woman drew in her breath, and caught instinctively at her son. “Keep close to yer mammy, Albert,- close,- dey’ll put us up togedder,” she said. “O mammy, I’m feard they won’t,” said the boy. “Dey must, child; I can’t live, no ways, if they don’t,” said the old creature, vehemently. The stentorian tones of the auctioneer, calling out to clear the way, now an- nounced that the sale was about to commence. A place was cleared, and the bid- ding began. The different men on the list were soon knocked off at prices which showed a pretty brisk demand in the market; two of them fell to Haley. |
