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“It’s strange, now, but I never could beat this into people’s heads. Now, there was Tom Loker, my old partner, down in Natchez; he was a clever fellow, Tom was, only the very devil with niggers,- on principal ‘twas, you see, for a better hearted feller never broke bread; ‘twas his system, sir. I used to talk to Tom. ‘Why, Tom,’ I used to say, ‘when your gals takes on and cry, what’s the use o’ crackin’ on ‘em over the head, and knockin’ on ‘em round? It’s ridiculous,’ says I, ‘and don’t do no sort o’ good. Why, I don’t see no harm in their cryin’,’ says I; ‘it’s natur,’ says I, ‘and if natur can’t blow off one way, it will another. Besides, Tom,’ says I, ‘it jest spiles your gals; they get sickly, and down in the mouth, and sometimes they gets ugly,- particular yallow gals do,- and it’s the devil and all get- tin’ on ‘em broke in. Now,’ says I, ‘why can’t you kinder coax ‘em up, and speak ‘em fair? Depend on it, Tom, a little humanity, thrown in along, goes a heap fur- ther than all your jawin’ and crackin’; and it pays better,’ says I, ‘depend on’t.’ But Tom couldn’t get the hang on’t; and he spiled so many for me, that I had to break off with him, though he was a good-hearted fellow, and as fair a business hand as is goin’.” “And do you find your ways of managing do the business better than Tom’s?” said Mr. Shelby. “Why, yes, sir, I may say so. You see, when I anyways can, I takes a leetle care about the onpleasant parts like selling young ‘uns and that,- get the gals out of the way-out of sight, out of mind, you know,- and when it’s clean done and can’t be helped, they naturally gets used to it. ‘Tan’t, you know, as if it was white |
