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The bidding for the poor old creature was summary. The man who had ad- dressed Haley, and who seemed not destitute of compassion, bought her for a tri- fle, and the spectators began to disperse. The poor victims of the sale, who had been brought up in one place together for years, gathered round the despairing old mother, whose agony was pitiful to see. “Couldn’t dey leave me one? Mas’r allers said I should have one,- he did,” she repeated over and over, in heartbroken tones. “Trust in the Lord, Aunt Hagar,” said the oldest of the men, sorrowfully. “What good will it do?” said she, sobbing passionately. “Mother, mother,- don’t! don’t!” said the boy. “They say you’s got a good master.” “I don’t care,- I don’t care. O Albert! oh, my boy! you’s my last baby. Lord, how ken I?” “Come, take her off, can’t some of ye?” said Haley, dryly; “don’t do no good for her to go on that ar way.” The old men of the company, partly by persuasion and partly by force, loosed the poor creature’s last despairing hold, and, as they led her off to her new mas- ter’s wagon, strove to comfort her. |
