Haley had got him.

He was pushed from the block toward his new master, but stopped one moment, and looked back, when his poor old mother, trembling in every limb, held out her shaking hands toward him.
"Buy me too, Mas'r, for de dear Lord's sake!--buy me,--I shall die if you don't!" "You'll die if I do, that's the kink of it," said Haley,--"no!" And he turned on his heel.
The bidding for the poor old creature was summary.

The man who had addressed Haley, and who seemed not destitute of compassion, bought her for a trifle, and the spectators began to disperse.
The poor victims of the sale, who had been brought up in one place together for years, gathered round the despairing old mother, whose agony was pitiful to see.
"Couldn't dey leave me one?
Mas'r allers said I should have one,--he did," she repeated over and over, in heart-broken tones.
"Trust in the Lord, Aunt Hagar," said the oldest of the men, sorrowfully.
"What good will it do ?" said she, sobbing passionately.
"Mother, mother,--don't! don't!" said the boy.

"They say you 's got a good master." "I don't care,--I don't care.

O, Albert! oh, my boy! you 's my last baby.