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Beyond the boundaries of the plantation, George had noticed a dry, sandy knoll, shaded by a few trees: there they made the grave. “Shall we take off the cloak, Mas’r?” said the negroes, when the grave was ready. “No, no,- bury it with him! It’s all I can give you, now, poor Tom, and you shall have it.” They laid him in; and the men shovelled away, silently. They banked it up, and laid green turf over it. “You may go, boys,” said George, slipping a quarter into the hand of each. They lingered about, however. “If young Mas’r would please buy us-” said one. “We’d serve him so faithful!” said the other. “Hard times here, Mas’r!” said the first. “Do Mas’r, buy us, please!” “I can’t!- I can’t!” said George, with difficulty motioning them off; “it’s im- possible!” The poor fellows looked dejected, and walked off in silence. “Witness, eternal God!” said George, kneeling on the grave of his poor friend; “oh, witness, that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land!” |
