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The young gentleman colored and smiled, and the two were soon busy in a game of backgammon. Meanwhile, another conversation was going on in the lower part of the boat, between Emmeline and the mulatto woman with whom she was confined. As were natural, they were exchanging with each other some particulars of their history. “Who did you belong to?” said Emmeline. “Well, my Mas’r was Mr Ellis,- lived on Levee Street. P’raps you’ve seen the house.” “Was he good to you?” said Emmeline. “Mostly, till he tuk sick. He’s lain sick, off and on, more than six months, and been orful oneasy. ‘Pears like he warn’t willin’ to have nobody rest, day or night; and got so curous, there couldn’t nobody suit him. ‘Pears like he just grew crosser, every day; kep’ me up nights till I got farly beat out, and couldn’t keep awake no longer; and ‘cause I got to sleep, one night, Lors, he talk so orful to me, and he tell me he’d sell me to just the hardest master he could find; and he’d promised me my freedom, too, when he died.” “Had you any friends?” said Emmeline. “Yes, my husband,- he’s a blacksmith. Mas’r gen’ly hired him out. They took me off so quick, I didn’t even have time to see him; and I’s got four children. O, dear me!” said the woman, covering her face with her hands. |
