They can't be spected to, no way.

Set him 'longside of other Mas'rs--who's had the treatment and livin' I've had?
And he never would have let this yer come on me, if he could have seed it aforehand.

I know he wouldn't." "Wal, any way, thar's wrong about it _somewhar_," said Aunt Chloe, in whom a stubborn sense of justice was a predominant trait; "I can't jest make out whar 't is, but thar's wrong somewhar, I'm _clar_ o' that." "Yer ought ter look up to the Lord above--he's above all--thar don't a sparrow fall without him." "It don't seem to comfort me, but I spect it orter," said Aunt Chloe.
"But dar's no use talkin'; I'll jes wet up de corn-cake, and get ye one good breakfast, 'cause nobody knows when you'll get another." In order to appreciate the sufferings of the negroes sold south, it must be remembered that all the instinctive affections of that race are peculiarly strong.

Their local attachments are very abiding.

They are not naturally daring and enterprising, but home-loving and affectionate.
Add to this all the terrors with which ignorance invests the unknown, and add to this, again, that selling to the south is set before the negro from childhood as the last severity of punishment.