Sam kin feel for you ef he is black.

Niggers kin love like the white folks does." "What do you mean?
What do you know ?" Hugh asked, a little haughtily, while Sam fearlessly replied: "'Scuse me, massah, but I hears dem dis mornin'-- hears de city chap sparkin' Miss Ellis, and seen his arm spang round her, too, with her sweet face, white as wool, lyin' in his buzzum." "You saw this after I was gone ?" Hugh asked, eagerly, and Sam replied: "Yes, massah, strue as preachin', and I'se sorry for massah.

I prays that he may somewhar find anodder Miss Ellis, only not quite so nice, 'cause he can't." Hugh smiled bitterly, as he rejoined: "Pray rather that I may find Adah, that is the object now for which I live; and, Sam, keep what you have seen to yourself.

Be faithful to Miss Johnson and kind to mother.

There's no telling when I shall return.