He doesn't look much like the little pickaninny that b'long to Mars' Nat back in wah times." "And Jintsey's dead, poah thing!" exclaimed Aunt Susan.

"What a day it would have been for her, if she could have lived to see her boy in the pulpit!" Conversation never kept on a straight road when these three were together.

It was continually turning back by countless by-paths to the old slavery days.

The rule of their master, Nat Chadwick, had been an easy one.

There had always been plenty in the smoke-house and contentment in the quarters.