"How old is he ?" "Ten months and a half," said the mother.
The man whistled to the boy, and offered him part of a stick of candy, which he eagerly grabbed at, and very soon had it in a baby's general depository, to wit, his mouth.
"Rum fellow!" said the man "Knows what's what!" and he whistled, and walked on.

When he had got to the other side of the boat, he came across Haley, who was smoking on top of a pile of boxes.
The stranger produced a match, and lighted a cigar, saying, as he did so, "Decentish kind o' wench you've got round there, stranger." "Why, I reckon she _is_ tol'able fair," said Haley, blowing the smoke out of his mouth.
"Taking her down south ?" said the man.
Haley nodded, and smoked on.
"Plantation hand ?" said the man.
"Wal," said Haley, "I'm fillin' out an order for a plantation, and I think I shall put her in.

They telled me she was a good cook; and they can use her for that, or set her at the cotton-picking.

She's got the right fingers for that; I looked at 'em.

Sell well, either way;" and Haley resumed his cigar.
"They won't want the young 'un on the plantation," said the man.
"I shall sell him, first chance I find," said Haley, lighting another cigar.
"S'pose you'd be selling him tol'able cheap," said the stranger, mounting the pile of boxes, and sitting down comfortably.
"Don't know 'bout that," said Haley; "he's a pretty smart young 'un, straight, fat, strong; flesh as hard as a brick!" "Very true, but then there's the bother and expense of raisin'." "Nonsense!" said Haley; "they is raised as easy as any kind of critter there is going; they an't a bit more trouble than pups.