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So one should have thought, that witnessed the sunken and dejected expres- sion on those dark faces; the wistful, patient weariness with which those sad eyes rested on object after object that passed them in their sad journey. Simon rode on, however, apparently well pleased, occasionally pulling away at a flask of spirit, which he kept in his pocket. “I say, you!” he said, as he turned back and caught a glance at the dispirited faces behind him! “Strike up a song, boys,- come!” The men looked at each other, and the “come” was repeated, with a smart crack of the whip which the driver carried in his hands. Tom began a Methodist hymn, “Jerusalem, my happy home, Name ever dear to me! When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall-" “Shut up, you black cuss!” roared Legree; “did ye think I wanted any o’ yer infernal old Methodism? I say, tune up, now, something real rowdy,- quick!” One of the other men struck up one of those unmeaning songs, common among the slaves. |
