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“We would be willing, sir, to increase the rate of compensation.” “No object at all, sir. I don’t need to hire any of my hands out, unless I’ve a mind to.” “But, sir, he seems peculiarly adapted to this business.” “Dare say he may be; never was much adapted to anything that I set him about, I’ll be bound.” “But only think of his inventing this machine,” interposed one of the work- men, rather unluckily. “O yes!- a machine for saving work, is it? He’d invent that, I’ll be bound; let a nigger alone for that, any time. They are all labor-saving machines themselves, every one of ‘em. No, he shall tramp! George had stood like one transfixed, at hearing his doom thus suddenly pro- nounced by a power that he knew was irresistible. He folded his arms, tightly pressed in his lips, but a whole volcano of bitter feelings burned in his bosom, and sent streams of fire through his veins. He breathed short, and his large dark eyes flashed like live coals; and he might have broken out into some dangerous ebullition, had not the kindly manufacturer touched him on the arm, and said, in a low tone- “Give way, George; go with him for the present. We’ll try to help you, yet.” |
