Now you got de paper you free woman, but you wife ob slabe; might be difficulty about it.

Me fear dat broder Dick ruined--de plantation and slabes to be sole;' and wid dat she bu'st out crying wus dan eber.

Ob course my wife she cry too.
"'Better you go norf, Sally,' missy say presently.

'I gib you letter to friends dar, and tell dem you bery good nurse.

Den if Sam get good master you can come back to him again.