She was dressed quite respectably, and a colored man followed her, bringing along a small trunk.

The woman came cheerfully onward, talking, as she came, with the man who bore her trunk, and so passed up the plank into the boat.

The bell rung, the steamer whizzed, the engine groaned and coughed, and away swept the boat down the river.
The woman walked forward among the boxes and bales of the lower deck, and, sitting down, busied herself with chirruping to her baby.
Haley made a turn or two about the boat, and then, coming up, seated himself near her, and began saying something to her in an indifferent undertone.
Tom soon noticed a heavy cloud passing over the woman's brow; and that she answered rapidly, and with great vehemence.
"I don't believe it,--I won't believe it!" he heard her say.

"You're jist a foolin' with me." "If you won't believe it, look here!" said the man, drawing out a paper; "this yer's the bill of sale, and there's your master's name to it; and I paid down good solid cash for it, too, I can tell you,--so, now!" "I don't believe Mas'r would cheat me so; it can't be true!" said the woman, with increasing agitation.
"You can ask any of these men here, that can read writing.

Here!" he said, to a man that was passing by, "jist read this yer, won't you! This yer gal won't believe me, when I tell her what 't is." "Why, it's a bill of sale, signed by John Fosdick," said the man, "making over to you the girl Lucy and her child.