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“Mother’s bar’ls is like dat ar widder’s, Mas’r George was reading ‘bout, in de good book,- dey never fails,” said Mose, aside to Pete. “I’m sure one on ‘em caved in last week,” said Pete, “and let ‘em all down in de middle of de singin’; dat ar was failin’, warn’t it?” During this aside between Mose and Pete, two empty casks had been rolled into the cabin, and being secured from rolling, by stones on each side, boards were laid across them, which arrangement, together with the turning down of cer- tain tubs and pails, and the disposing of the rickety chairs, at last completed the preparation. “Mas’r George is such a beautiful reader, now, I know he’ll stay to read for us,” said Aunt Chloe; “’pears like ‘twill be so much more interestin’.” George very readily consented, for your boy is always ready for anything that makes him of importance. The room was soon filled with a motley assemblage, from the old gray- headed patriarch of eighty to the young girl and lad of fifteen. A little harmless gossip ensued on various themes, such as where old Aunt Sally got her new red head-kerchief, and how “Missis was a-going to give Lizzy that spotted muslin gown, when she’d got her new berage made up;” and how Mas’r Shelby was thinking of buyin, a new sorrel colt, that was going to prove an addition to the glo- ries of the place. A few of the worshippers belonged to families hard by, who had got permission to attend, and who brought in various choice scraps of informa- |
