The negro had heard the conversation, and drawn correct conclusions.

His new master was not rich.

He could not afford to buy him, and having bought him could not afford to keep him.
There was a sigh in the old man's heart, as he thought how useless he was, but when he heard about the baby, his spirits arose at once.

In all the world there was nothing so precious to Sam as a child, a little white child, with waxen hands to pat his old black face, and his work was found.
"Mas'r," he whispered, "Sam kin take keer that baby.

He knows how, and the little children in Georgy, whar I comed from, used to be mighty fond of Sam.