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“The good Lord have pity on us!” said Aunt Chloe. “O! it don’t seem as if it was true! What has he done, that Mas’r should sell him?” “He hasn’t done anything,- it isn’t for that. Master don’t want to sell; and Mis- sis- she’s always good. I heard her plead and beg for us; but he told her ‘twas no use; that he was in this man’s debt, and that this man had got the power over him; and that if he didn’t pay him off clear, it would end in his having to sell the place and all the people, and move off. Yes, I heard him say there was no choice be- tween selling these two and selling all, the man was driving him so hard. Master said he was sorry; but oh, Missis-you ought to have heard her talk! If she an’t a Christian and an angel, there never was one. I’m a wicked girl to leave her so; but, then, I can’t help it. She said, herself, one soul was worth more than the world; and this boy has a soul, and if I let him be carried off, who knows what’ll become of it? It must be right: but, if it an’t right, the Lord forgive me, for I can’t help doing it!” “Well, old man!” said Aunt Chloe, “why don’t you go, too? Will you wait to be toted down river, where they kill niggers with hard work and starving? I’d a heap rather die than go there, any day! There’s time for ye,- be off with ‘Lizy,- you’ve got a pass to come and go any time. Come, bustle up, and I’ll get your things together.” Tom slowly raised his head, and looked sorrowfully but quietly around, and said, |
