At last I asks a poor,
broken-down ting, dat hab all her young uns sold away from her only a
day or two afore, if she know anyting 'bout my young un, and she tells
me dar hab been a sale ob a dozen young uns, on de plantation, and she
sees massa, long afore day-broke, pack dem into a wagon, and dey carried
off. I knows den it no use to look for her any longer, and de more I
grows to look down, 'pears like de more dey laughs at me, and dey calls
me 'dat moon-hit niggar.' I gets so stupid after a while, dat massa
threatens to sell me way down whar dey works de niggars up; and I gets
so, I don't care how much dey whips me, or anyting else, for I tinks I
neber be mysef again, when one day massa takes me wid him down to de
boats, to fotch de cotton, and I hears de captain ask, what ail dat
fellow to look so blue, and massa tells him, I got a notion dat I hab a
right to keep my wife and young uns, like I hab de feelin's ob white
folks. Den de captain talk wid massa 'bout buyin' me, and I got to be
such a torn-down critter, massa glad to let me go for most anyting, for
de sake ob gettin' rid ob me. When de bargain struck, my new masa
Grobener claps me on de shoulder, and says, 'now, my man, come wid me,
and see if we can't gib a better 'plexion to matters.
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