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“La sakes! jist hear the poor crittur. He’s got a mammy, now,” said the old ne- gress. “I can’t help kinder pityin’ on him.” “Softly, softly; don’t thee snap and snarl, friend,” said Phineas, as Tom winced and pushed his hand away. “Thee has no chance, unless I stop the bleed- ing.” And Phineas busied himself with making some off-hand surgical arrange- ments with his own pocket-handkerchief, and such as could be mustered in the company. “You pushed me down there,” said Tom, faintly. “Well, if I hadn’t, thee would have pushed us down, thee sees,” said Phineas, as he stooped to apply his bandage. “There, there,- let me fix this bandage. We mean well to thee; we bear no malice. Thee shall be taken to a house where they’ll nurse thee first rate,- well as thy own mother could.” Tom groaned, and shut his eyes. In men of his class, vigor and resolution are entirely a physical matter, and ooze out with the flowing of the blood; and the gi- gantic fellow really looked piteous in his helplessness. The other party now came up. The seats were taken out of the wagon. The buf- falo-skins, doubled in fours, were spread all along one side, and four men, with great difficulty, lifted the heavy form of Tom into it. Before he was gotten in, he fainted entirely. The old negress, in the abundance of her compassion, sat down on the bottom, and took his head in her lap. Eliza, George, and Jim, bestowed |
