"I'm glad," she said, with a softer tone than before, "if there is ONE who isn't glad to see me suffer.

I b'lieve all Singleton wants to see me punished, and feel as if they could tell when I've been punished long enough.

It's a long day ahead they'll set it, I reckon." After the usual supply of fuel was prepared, Jim returned home.

Full of pity for Mag, he set about devising measures for her relief.

"By golly!" said he to himself one day--for he had become so absorbed in Mag's interest that he had fallen into a habit of musing aloud--"By golly! I wish she'd MARRY me." "Who ?" shouted Pete Greene, suddenly starting from an unobserved corner of the rude shop.
"Where you come from, you sly nigger!" exclaimed Jim.
"Come, tell me, who is't ?" said Pete; "Mag Smith, you want to marry ?" "Git out, Pete! and when you come in dis shop again, let a nigger know it.