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“Laws a me! what’s dat?” said the woman. “Do tell! you never hearn on’t?” said the other woman. “I used to har Missis a- readin’ on’t, sometimes, in Kentuck; but, laws o’ me! we don’t har nothin’ here but crackin’ and swarin’.” “Read a piece, anyways!” said the first woman, curiously, seeing Tom atten- tively poring over it. Tom read,- ‘Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." “Them’s good words, enough,” said the woman; “who says ‘em?” “The Lord,” said Tom. “I jest wish I know’d whar to find him,” said the woman. “I would go; ‘pears like I never should get rested agin. My flesh is fairly sore, and I tremble all over, every day, and Sambo’s allers a-jawin’ at me, ‘cause I doesn’t pick faster; and nights it’s most midnight ‘fore I can get my supper; and den ‘pears like I don’t turn over and shut my eyes, ‘fore I hear de horn blow to get up, and at it agin in de mornin’. If I knew whar de Lor’ was, I’d tell him.” “He’s here, He’s everywhere,” said Tom. “Lor, you an’t gwine to make me believe dat ar! I know de Lor an’t here,” said the woman; “’tan’t no use talking, though. I’s jest gwine to camp down, and sleep while I ken.” |
