You hold up your head, and speak and move like another man," said Mr.Wilson.
"Because I'm a _freeman_!" said George, proudly.

"Yes, sir; I've said Mas'r for the last time to any man.

_I'm free!"_ "Take care! You are not sure,--you may be taken." "All men are free and equal _in the grave_, if it comes to that, Mr.
Wilson," said George.
"I'm perfectly dumb-founded with your boldness!" said Mr.Wilson,--"to come right here to the nearest tavern!" "Mr.Wilson, it is _so_ bold, and this tavern is so near, that they will never think of it; they will look for me on ahead, and you yourself wouldn't know me.

Jim's master don't live in this county; he isn't known in these parts.

Besides, he is given up; nobody is looking after him, and nobody will take me up from the advertisement, I think." "But the mark in your hand ?" George drew off his glove, and showed a newly-healed scar in his hand.
"That is a parting proof of Mr.Harris' regard," he said, scornfully.
"A fortnight ago, he took it into his head to give it to me, because he said he believed I should try to get away one of these days.