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ness, I generally avoids em, sir. Now, what if you get the girl off for a day, or a week, or so; then the thing’s done quietly,- all over before she comes home. Your wife might get her some earrings, or a new gown, or some such truck, to make up with her.” “I’m afraid not.” “Lor bless ye, yes! These critters an’t like white folks, you know; they gets over things, only manage right. Now, they say,” said Haley, assuming a candid and confidential air, “that this kind o’ trade is hardening to the feelings; but I never found it so. Fact is, I never could do things up the way some fellers manage the business. I’ve seen ‘em as would pull a woman’s child out her arms, and set him up to sell, and she screechin’ like mad all the time;- very bad policy-dam- ages the article-makes ‘em quite unfit for service sometimes. I knew a real hand- some gal once, in Orleans, as was entirely ruined by this sort o’ handling. The fellow that was trading for her didn’t want her baby; and she was one of your real high sort, when her blood was up. I tell you, she squeezed up her child in her arms, and talked, and went on real awful. It kinder makes my blood run cold to think on’t; and when they carried off the child, and locked her up, she jest went ravin’ mad, and died in a week. Clear waste, sir, of a thousand dollars, just for want of management,- there’s where ‘tis. It’s always best to do the humane thing, sir; that’s been my experience.” And the trader leaned back in his chair, and folded his arms, with an air of virtuous decision, apparently considering himself a second Wilberforce. |
