The Montreal witness, 29 octobre 1856, The Canadian Review and Journal of Literature

[" THE CANADIAN REVIEW AND LITERARY SUPPLEMENT TO \u201cMONTREAL WITNESS.\u201d Vou.IL MILLY\u2019S STORY.\u2018The following extract trom ¢¢ Dred!\u201d by Mrs.Stowe, appears lo us equal to anything in ¢ Uncle Tom.\u2019> Milly, a favorite, trusted, and managing slave, tells Lier story to Mis.Nina Gordon, a large-hearted, but thoughtless und eccentric young Southern ludy, to whom she bas been almost like à mother since Mrs.Gordon's death.After detailing her ehildbood, in a fsmily where there were three young ladies, and the woes of hier nother , a native Atricas, Milly goes on as foi- lows, to narrate ber history, which il questioned in point of accuracy, as some of the statements in \u201c Uncle Tow?were, will, we have uo doubt, be substantiated by a « Key to Dred,\u201d which, like the ¢ Key to Uncle Tom,\u201d will ue unquestionable :\u2014 Well, den, Miss Harrit, she was marticd de first, She married Mr.Charles Blair ; and when she was married, nothing was to do but she must have me to go with her.| liked Miss Harrit ; but, den, honey, 1°d liked it much better if it bad heen your ma.1d always counted that I wanted to belong to your ma, and | thik your ina wanted me; but, den, she was still, and Miss Harrit she was one of the sort dat never lost nothing by not asking for it.She was one of de sort dat always got things, by hook or by crook.She alway: had more clothes, and more money, and mote everything, dan the rest of them, \u201ccause she was always wide awake, and looking out for herself.se Well, Mr.Blair\u2019s place was away off in arotber part of Virgiuny, and 1 went dere with her.Well, she wan\u2019t very happy, uo ways, she wan\u2019t; because Mr.Blair, he was a high fellow.Laws, Miss Nina, when I tells you dix yere one you\u2019ve got bere is a good one, and 1 *vise you to take him, it\u2019s because | knows what comes 0° girls marrying high fellows.Don\u2019t care how good-looking dey is, nor what dere manners is,\u2014it\u2019s just the ruin of girls that has them.Law, when he was courting Miss Harri, it was all nobody but ber.She was going to be his angel, and he was going to give up all sorts of bad ways, and live such a good life! Ah! she married him; it all went to smoke! \u2019Fore de month was well over, he got a going in his old ways; and den it was go, go, all de time, carousing and drinking, \u2014parties at home, parties abroad,\u2014 money fly.ng like de water.« Well, dis made a great change in Miss Harrit.She did\u2019nt laugh no more ; she got sharp and cross, and she wan zoud to me like what she used to be.She took to be jealous of me uuu ver husband.She might have saved herseif de trouble.I should n°t bave touched him with a pair of tongs.But he was always running af'er everything that came in his way ; so no wonder.But, *tween hem both, I led a bad life of it.«« Well, things dragged kind along in this way.She hi! three children, and, at last, he was killed, one day, 1alling off his horse when he was too drunk to hold the bridle.food riddance, too, | thought.And den, after he\u2019s dead, Miss Harrit, she seemed lo grow more quiet like, and setting herself picking up what pieces and crumbs was lett for her and de children.And [ \u2019me- ber she had one of her uncles dere a gond many days helping her in counting up de debts, Well, dey was talking one day in missis\u2019 room, and dere was a little tight closet on one side, where I got set down to do some fine stitching ; but they were too busy in their \u2018counts to think anything \u2018bout me.It seemed dat de ptace and de people was ail to be soid off to pay de debts,\u2014all \u2019cept a few of us, who were to go off with missis, and begin again on a small place,\u2014and I heard bim telling her about it.4 ¢ While your children are small,\u201d he says, \u2018 you can live small, and keep things close, and raise enough on the place for ye all; and den you can be making the most of your property.Niggers is rising in de market.Since Missouri came in, they \u2018s worth double ; and so you can just sell de increase of \u2019em for a good sum.Now, there\u2019s that black girl Milly, of yourn.\u201d You may be sure, now, I pricked up my ears, Miss Nina.\u2014¢ You don\u2019t often see a girl of finer breed than she is,\u201d says he, just as if 1d been a cow, you know.¢ Have you got her a husband 7?; seé No,\u2019 said Miss Harrit; and then says she, ¢ I believe Mi'ly is something of a crquette among the young men.She\u2019s never settle.on anybody yet,\u2019 says she.«6 « Well,\u201d says he, ¢ that must be attended to, Pcause that girl children will be an estate of themselves.Why, I\u2019ve known women to have twenty ! and her children would n\u2019t any of \u2019em be worth less than eight bundred dollars.There's a fortune at once.If dey's like her, dey\u2019ll be as good as cash in the market, any day.You can send out and sell one, if you happen to be in any straiis, just as soon as you can draw a note on the bank.\u2019 ¢ 0, laws, Miss Nina, { tell you dis yer fell on me like so much lead.\u2019Cause, you see, [\u2019d been keeping company with a very nice oung man, and | was going to ask Miss Harrit about it dat very day ; bat, lere\u2014I laid down my work dat minute, and thinks, says I, ¢ True as de Lords in heaven I won\u2019t never be married in this world I\u2019 And 1 cried \"bout it, off and on, all day, and at might I told Paul *bout it.He was de one, you know.But Paul, be tried to make it all smooth.He guessed it would\u2019nt happen ; he guessed missis would think better on\u2019t.At any rate, we loved each other, and why should n\u2019t we take as much comfort as we could?Well, I went to Miss Harrit, and told her just what I thought \"bout it.AlÎlers had spoke my mind to Miss Hartt *hout everything, and [ wan\u2019t going to stop den.And she laughed at me, and fold me not to cry *fore 1 \u2019s hurt.Well, things went on so two of three weeks, and finally Paul he persuaded me.\u2014 And so we was married.When our first child was born, Paul was s0 pleased, he thought strange that | wan°t.se Paul, said [, \u201cis yer child an\u2019t ourn ; it may be took from us, and sold, any day.\u2019 « «Well, well,\u201d says he, * Milly, it may be God\u2019s child, any way, even if it an\u2019t ourn.\u2019 5 \u201cCaure, you tee, Mise Nina, Paul, he wan a Christian, Ab, well, honey, 1 can\u2019t tell you; after dat 1 had u great many chil'en, irls and boys, growing up round me.Well, [ °s had toutteen chil\u2019en, ear, and dey\u2019s all been sold from me, every single one of em.Lord, it oe heavy cross! heavy, heavy! Noue knows but dem dat bears it ¢ What a shame,\u201d said Nina.¢« Haw could Aunt Harriel ba such & wicked woman ?\u2014an aunt of mine do so!\u201d «Chile, chile,\u201d* said Milly, ** we does n°4 none of us know what's in ua, When Miss Hatritand 1 wers gals together, hunting hens\u2019 egy and towing de boat in de river,\u2014well, | would n't have thought it would have been go, neither.But, den, what little * bad in girle when dey*s young and handsome, and all de world rmiting on \u2019em 0, honey, it gets drefful strong when dey gets grown women, and de wrinkles comes in der faces! Always, When she wasa glil\u2014whe- ther it was eggs, or berries, or chincapins, or what\u2014it was Miss Harril» nature to get and to keep; and when she got old, dat all turned to money.\u201d \u201c01! but,\u201d said Nina, % it does seem impossible that a woman-\u2014s lady born , too, und my aunt\u2014could do such a thing !* MONTREAL, OCTOBER, 1856._ 4 Ab, ah, honey ! ladies-boro have some bad stuff in dem, sometimes, like de rest of us, But, den, honey, it was de most natural thing in de world, come to look on \u2019t; for now, see bere, honey, dere Was your aunt\u2014she was poor, and she was pestered for money.Dere was Mas\u2019r Georges bills and Peter's bills to pay, and Miss Susy\u2019; and every one of \u2018em must have everything, and dey was al calling for money, money ; and dere has been times she did n\u2019t know which way to turn.Now, you see, wben a woman is pestered to pay two handred here apd three hundred dere, and when she has got more niggers on her place dan she can keep, acd den à man calls in and lays down eight hundred dollars in gold and bilis before her, and says, ¢1 want dat ar Lucy or George of yourn,\u2019 why, don\u2019t you see 1 Dese yer soul-drivers is sways round, tempting folks dey know is poor ; and dey always have der money as handy as de devil bac his.Bat, den, {ought ot fur to be hard upon dem poor soul-drivers, neither, \u201ccause dey an\u2019t taught no better.ft \u2019s dese yer Christians, dat profess Christ, dat makes great talks *boot religion, dat bas der Bibles, and turns der backs upon swearing soul-drivers, and tinks dey a\u2019nt fit to speak to\u2014it \u2019s dem, honey, dat \u2019 de root of de whole business.\u2014 Now, dere was dat uncle of hern,\u2014mighty great Christian he was, with his prayer-meetings, and all dat !\u2014he was always a putting her up to it.O, dere \u2019s been times\u2014dete was times \u2019long first, Miss ina, when my first chil\u2019en was sold\u2014dat, I tell you, I poured out my soul to Miss Harrit, and I\u2019ve seen dat ar woman cry so dat | was sorry for her, And she said to me, ¢ Milly, 1°II never do it again.But, Lor! didn\u2019 trust her,\u2014not a word on \u2019t,\u2014\u2019cause | knowed she would.I knowed dere was dat in her heart dat de devil would n't let go of.! knowed he d no kind of objection to her \u2019musing herself with meetin\u2019s, and prayers, and all dat; but he *d no notion to let go bis grip on her beart.sé But, Lord! she was n°t quite a bad woman,\u2014poor miss Harrit was n\u2019t\u2014and she would n°t have done so bad, il it had n°t been for him.But he\u2019d come and have prayers, and exhort, and den come prowling round my place like à wolf, looking at my chil\u2019en.¢¢ And, Milly,\u2019 be\u2019d say, ¢ how do you now ?Lucy is getting to be a right smart girl, Milly.How old is she?Dere\u2019s a lady in Washington has advertised foi à maid,\u2014a nice woman, a pious lady.I suppose you would n°t object, Milly ?Your poor mistress is in great trouble for money.\u2019 «1 uever said nothing to that man.Only onc?, when he asked me what I thought my Lucy would be worth, wheo she was fiften years old, said I to him: +\u201c Sir, sbe is worth to me just what your daughte- is worth to you.\u2019 «Den | went in and shut the door.I did n't stay to see bow he took it, Den he\u2019d go up to de house, and talk to Miss Harrit.\"Twas ber duty, he \u2019d tell ber to take proper care of her goods.And dat ar meant selling my chil\u2019en! | member when Miss Susy came home from boaiding-school, she was a pretty girl; but 1 did n\u2019t lock on ber very kind, [tell you, \u2018cause three of my chil\u2019en had been sold to keep ber at school.My Lucy, \u2014ah, honey !\u2014she went for a lady\u2019s maid.I knowed what dat ar meant, well enough.D.lady bad a son grown, and be took Lucy with him to Orleans, and dere was an end of dat.Dere don\u2019t no letters go \u2018tween us.Once gone, we can\u2019t write, and it is good as being dead.Ah, no, chile, not so good ! Paul used 10 teach Lucy little hymas, nights, *fore she went to sleep.And if she \u2019d a died right off after one of dem, it would bave been better for her.O, honey, \u2019long dem times, [ used to rave and toss like a bull in a net\u20141I did so! ¢ Well, honey, | was n\u2019t what [ was.I got cross and ugly.Miss Harnt she grew a great Christian, and joined de church, and used to bave heaps of ministers and elders at her house ; and some \u2019em used to try and talk to me.I told \"em I °d seen enough of der old religion, and [ did \u2019ot wantto hear no more.But Paul, he was a Christian, and when he talked to me, | was quiet, like, though 1 could n't be like what be was.Well, last, my misses promised me one.She \u2019d fire me my youngest child, sure and certain, His name was Altced.Veli, dat boy oy loved dat child better dan any of de rest of \u2019em.He was all [°d got left to love ; for, when he was a year old, Paul\u2019s master moved away down to Louisiana, and took him off and I never beard no more of him.So it *peared as if dis yer child was all [ bad left.Well, be was a bright boy.O, be was most uncommon! He was so handy to anything, and saved me so many steps! O, honey, he had such ways with him\u2014dat boy !\u2014would always make me laugh.He took after larnin\u2019 mighty, and be learned himself to read ; and he ?d read de Bible to me, sometimes.À just brought bim up and teached him the best way 1 could.All dat made me °fraid for bim was, dat be was so spirity.1\u2019 *fraid \u2019t would get him into trouble.«He wan\u2019t no more spirity dan white folks would like der chil'en fur to be.When white children holds up der heads, and auswers back, den de parents laugh, and say, © He°s got itin him! He's a bright one! But if one of ourn does so, it's a dretful thing.I was allers talking to Alfred *bout it, and telled him to keep humble.lt \u2019peared like there was so much in him, you could n° keep it down.Laws, Miss Nina, folks may say what dey like about the black folks, dey\u2019ll never beat it out of my head ;\u2014dere 's some on Tem can be as smart as any white folks, it dey could have de chance.How any white boys did you ever see would take de trouble for to teach themselves to read! And dat's what my Alfred did.Laws, [ bad a mighty heap of comfort in him, \u2019cause I was thinking to get my misses to let me bire my time ; den | was going to work over hours, and get money, and buy him ; because, you see, chile, I knowed he was too spirity for a'slave.You see he could n°t learn fo stoop : be would nt let nobody impose on him; and he always bad a word back again to give anybody as good as dey sent.Yel, for all dat, he was a dear, good boy to me ; and when [ used to talk to him, and tell him dese things was dangerous, he *d always promise to be kerful.Well, things went on pretty well while he was little, and I kept him with me ull he got 10 be about twelve or thirteen years old.He used to wipe the dishes, and scour de knives, and black de shoes, and such like work.But, by and by, de said it was time he should go to de rex\u2019lar work ; and dau ar was de time [ (elt feared.Misses bad au overseer, and he was real aggravating, and 1 felt feared dere I be trouble ; and sure enough dere was, too.Dere was always somethin, brewing *tween bim and Alfred; and ho was always running to missis with tales, and | was talkiog to Alfred.But peared like he aggravated the boy so, dat he could n\u2019t do tight.Well, one day, when 1 had been up to town for an errand, | come home at night, and | wondered Alfred did n°t come home to his supper.1 thought something was wrong; and [ weat to de house, and dete sat Miss Harrit by a table covered with rolls of money, and dete she was counting it.«4 Miss Hartit,\u2019 said 1, ¢ [ can\u2019 find Alfred.Ao\u2019t you seen him ¥\u2019 says l.% At firat she did n°8 answer, but went on couatiog\u2014filty-one, fifty- two, fifty-three, Finally I spoke again, ; «| hope ders n't nothing happened to Alfred, Miss Harrit ?« She looked up and says she to me.«¢Billy,\u2019 says she, © de fact is, Alfred has got too much for me to No.11.manage, and I bad à great deal of money offered for hic ; and I sold Dim?4 felt something strong coming up in my throat, and I just went up and took bold of her shodlders sand 1, y \u2019 ! ¢¢ Miss Hartit, you took de money for thirteen of my chil\u2019en, and you ptomised me, gure enough, I should have dis yer one.You call dat being a Christian Vays lL.\u201c¢ Why,\u2019 says she, ¢ Milly, he an°t a great way off ; you can see bim about us much.[It\u2019s only over to Me Toners plantation, You can go and see him, and he can come and see you.And you know you did n°t like the man who had the care of bim bere, and thought he a s getting him into trouble.\u2019 ¢ Miss Harnit,\u201d says [, ¢ you may cheat yourseltsaying dem things ; but you don\u2019t cheat me, nor de Lord oeitbar, You fit bave de pe all on your side, with your ministers preaching us down out of de Bible ; you won\u2019t teach us to read.But I\u2019m going straight to de Lord with dis yer case.I tell you, if de Lotd is to be found, I\u2019ll fiod bim ; and Ill ask him to look on\u2019t,\u2014de way you have been treating me\u2014selling my chil\u2019en, all de way \u2019long, to pay for your chil\u2019en, and now breaking your word to me, and taking dis yer boy, de last drop of blood in my beart! 1°li pray de Lord to curse every cent of dat ar money to yon and your chil\u2019ren !* * Dat ar was de way I spoke to her, child.[ was poor, ignorant cretur, and did n't know God, and my beart was hke a red-bot coal.[turned and walked right straight cat from ber.I did o\u2019t speak no more to her, and she dif n°t speak no more to me.And when | went to bed at night, dar, sure \u2019nougb, was Alfred\u2019s bed in de corner, and bis Sunday coat hanging up over it, and bis Sunday shoes I bad bought for him with my own money ; \u2019cause be was a handsome boy, and [ wanted him always to look nice.Well, so, come Sunday morniag, I took his coat and bis shoes, and made a bundle of \u2019em, and I took my stick, aod says I, ¢1\u2019ll just go over to Jone\u2019s place and see what has come of Alfred.All de time, | bad n°t said a word to missis, nor she tome, Well, | got about baif- way over to de place, and dere | stopped under a big hickory tree to rest me a dit, and I looked along and seed some one a-coming ; and peur, soon | knowed it was Huldab.She was one that married aul\u2019s cousir,and sbe lived on Jones\u2019s place.And so I got up and Tent to meet ber, and told her | was going over to see bout Al- red.\u201c4 Lord I\" says she, ¢ Milly, have n\u2019t you heard dat Alfred dead 27 « Veil, Miss Nina, it seemed as if my aeart and everything in it stopped still.And said [, ¢ uldab, has dey killed him I\u201d «And said she, \u2018 Yes.\u201d And she wid me it was dis yer way: Dat Stites\u2014he dat was Jones\u2019s vverseer\u2014had heara dat Aifred was dreadful spirity ; and wuen boys is so, sometimes dey aggravates Jem to get \u2019em riled, aod den dey whips \u2019em to break \u2019em in.So Stiles, when be was laying off Alfred\u2019s task, was real aggravating to bim ; and dat boy\u2014well, he answered back, just as he allers would be doing, \u2019cause be was smart, and it \u2019peared like he could o\u2019t keep it in.And den dey all laughea round dere, and deo Stiles was mad, and swore be *d whip uim; and deo Alired, be cut and rus.And den Stiles he swore awful at him, aud he told him to \u201ccome here, aud he \u2019d give him hell, and pay him de cash.\u201d Dem is de very words he said tomy doy.Anu Alfred said he would n°t come back; he was n\u2019t going to be whipped.And jus: Jeo young Master Bili come along, and wanted to know what was de matter.So Sules told him, and he Look out bis pistol, and said, ¢ Here, young dog, if you don\u2019t come back before [ count five, I'l fire I\u2019 «Fire ahead I\" says Alfred; cause, you see, dat boy never knowed what fear was.And so be fred.And Huldab said be just jumped up and gave oue sc:eam, and feli flat.And dey run up to him, and he was dead ; \u2019cause, you see, de bullet went night through bis heart.Well, dey took off bis jacket and looked, but it wan\u2019t of no use ; his face settled down still.And Huldab said dat dey just dug a hole and put bim in, Nothing on him\u2014nothing round him \u2014no coffia ; like he *d been a dog.Huldah showed me de jacket.Dere was de bole, cut right round in it, like it was stamped, bis blood running out on \u2019t.I did n\u2019t say à word.[took up de jacket, and wrapped it up witb his Sunday clothes, and E walked straight \u2014straight home.[ walked up into missis\u2019 room, and she was dressed for chureh, sure enough, and sat dere reading her Bible.I laid it tight down under het face, dat jacket, ¢ Yoa see dat hole \u2018\u2019 said I; «you see dat blood! Alfred \u2019s killed! You killed him ; bis bleod be on you and your chil'en! O, Lord God in heaven, hear me, and render unto her double I\u201d Nina drew in ber breath hard, with an instinctive shudder.Milly bad drawn bersel(up in the vehemence of ber narration, and sat leaning forward, ber black eyes dilated, her strong arms clenched before her, and ber powerful frame expanding and working with the violence of bet emotion.She might have looked, to one with mythological associations, like the figure of a black marble Nemesis in a trance of wrath.She sat so for a few minutes, and then her muscles relaxed, her eyes gradually softened ; she looked tenderly but solemnly down on Nina, *¢ Dem was awful words, chile ; but 1 was in Egypt den.| was wandering io de wilderness of Swai.I had heard de sound of de trumpet, and de voice of words ; but chile, 1 bad n\u2019t seen de Lord, Well\u2014I went out, and [ did n\u2019t speak no more to Miss Harrit.Dere was à great gull fixed \u2018tween us, and dere did n°t no words pass over it.1 did my wotk\u20141 scorned not to do it; but 1did nt speak to her.Den it was, chile, dat I thougbt of what my mother told me, years ago; it came to me, all fresh,\u2014 «Chile, when trouble comes, vou ask de Lotd to help you;\u2019 ad I saw dat I bad n°t asked de Lord to help me ; and now, says I to myself, de Lord can\u2019t help me ; \u2018cause he could o\u2019t bring back Alfred, no way you could fix it; and yet | wanted to find de Lord, \u201ccause 1 was so tossed up and down.| wanted just to go and say, ¢ Lord, you see what dis woman has done.\u201d | waated to put it to him, if he \u2019d stand up for such a thing as that.Lord, how de world, and everything, looked to me in dem times! Everything goin\u2019 on in de way it did ; and dese yer Christians, dat said dat dey was going into de Kingdom, doing as dey did! Ltell you, [sought de Lord early and late.Many nights I have been out in de woods and laid on de ground till morning, calling and crying, and \u2019peared like nobody beerd me.Ü, how strange it used to look, when looked up to de stars! winking at me, so Kind of still and solenn, but never saying a word ! Sometimes i got dat wild, it seemed as if { could tear a bole through de sky, \u2018cause | must fnd God ; 1 bad an errand to him, and 1 must find him.« Den 1 heard em tead out de Bible, *bout how de Lord met a man on a (hreshing-floor, and | thought maybe it | bad a thrashing-floor he would come to me.So I threshed dowu a place just as hard as | could under de trees; and den | prayed dere\u2014but he did n°t come.Den thete was coming a great camp-meetiog ; and [ thought I'd go and see if | could find de Lord dere; because, We ses, missis, she let her people go Snaday to the camp-meeting.oli, | went into de tents and heerd dem sing ; and I went afore do altar, and | heerd 42 CANADIAN REVIEW AND LITERARY SUPPLEMENT TO MONTREAL WITNESS.preaching ; but it \"peared like it was no good.Ii did n°1 touch me sowhere ; and | could n't see nothing to it.1 heerd \"em tend oùt ot de Bible, dat | knew where | might find bin | would come even to his seat.| would order my canse belote hun.| would fill nis woolh with arguments ;\u2019 and | thought, sure enough, dat ar\u2019s just what | want.Well, came on dark nizn', and dev had all de campfires lighted up, and dey was winging de hymes reand and round, and 1 went tor Lo hear de preaching.And dere was 4 nan\u2014pale, lean man he was, with hiack eyes and black ha.Weil, dat ar man, he preached a sermon, lo be sure, 1 never shals lorget.dis text was, + He that spared not bis own Son, bui freriy de 1veied him up for us all, bow shall be not with bim freely give us ali things ?* Well, you see, the first sound of dus 100k me, because 14 lost my son.And the man, he told us who de Son of God wa, \u2014Jesus,\u2014-O, how sweet and beautiful be was! How be went round doing for foiks.O, Lord, what a story dat ar was! Aad, den, bow ey took him, and put de crown of thorns on his head, and huog bim up blecding, bleeding, and Meeding! God 20 loved us dat he let his own dear Son suffer all dat tor us.Chile, | got up, and I went to the altar, and | kneeled down with the mourners ; and | fall flat oo ory tace, and dey said | was 10 atrance.Maybe | was Where I was, | don\u2019t know ; but | saw de Lord! Coile, it seemed as iff my very beart was stil.[saw bim, suffering, beanng with us, year and year out\u2014bearing\u2014beating\u2014hear- ing so patient! *Peared like, it wan't just on the cross; but bearing always, everywbar! OQ, chile, | saw bow he loved ue! us all\u2014all \u2014every one on us !\u2014we dal hated each other so! \u2018Peared like he was using his heart up for us, all de lume-bieedin® tor us like he did on Calvary, and willin® to Meed! O, chile, l saw what it was for me to be hatin\u2019, like Id hated.+O, Lord, says I, ¢ [give up! O, Lord, I never see yea afore! 1 did 0\u2019t know.Lord, I's a poor sin- set! | woo\u2019t hate uo mote!\u2019 And O, chiie, den dete come such a rash of love in my soul! Says 1, -Lotd, I ken ve even de white folks * And den came another rust ; and says |, « Yes, Lord, I love poor Miss Harrit, dat*s sole ail my chii'eo, and been de death of my Alfred! 1 love her.\u201d Chile, | overerme\u2014| did so\u20141 overcome dy de blood of de Lamb\u2014de Lamb !=Yes, de Lamb, chile ! cause if he\u2019d been a lion | could à kept in ; *t was ae Lamb dat overcome.« When 1 come to, 1 felt like a chile.1 went bome to Mise Harrit ; and 1 bad n't spoke peaceable tv ner since Alfred died, 1 wet in to ber, She'd been sick, and sbe was in her room, looking Kinder pale! and yallar, poor thing; \u2018cause ber son, honey, begol drunk aod based ber awful.[went in, and says 1,