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“You have a fine lot there.” “Real,” said Simon. “There’s that Tom, they telled me he was suthin’ uncom- mon. I paid a little high for him, tendin’ him for a driver and a managing chap; only get the notions out that he’s larnt by bein’ treated as niggers never ought to be, he’ll do prime! The yellow woman I got took in in. I rayther think she’s sickly, but I shall put her through for what she’s worth; she may last a year or two. I don’t go for savin’ niggers. Use up, and buy more’s, my way;- makes you less trouble, and I’m quite sure it comes cheaper in the end,” and Simon sipped his glass. “And how long do they generally last?” said the stranger. “Well, donno; ‘cordin’ as their constitution is. Stout fellers last six or seven years; trashy ones gets worked up in two or three. I used to, when I fust begun, have considerable trouble fussin’ with ‘em and trying to make ‘em hold out,- doc- torin’ on ‘em up when they’s sick, and givin’ on ‘em clothes and blankets, and what not, tryin’ to keep ‘em all sort o’ decent and comfortable. Law, ‘twasn’t no sort o’ use; I lost money on ‘em, and ‘twas heaps o’ trouble. Now, you see, I just put ‘em straight through, sick or well. When one nigger’s dead, I buy another; and I find it comes cheaper and easier, every way.” The stranger turned away, and seated himself beside a gentleman, who had been listening to the conversation with repressed uneasiness. |
