she should go. She said to all of the friends around that if I should
live to remember her that would be all that she would ask.

And so she read her blessed Bible and prayed until she saw her prayers
answered, and then she went to her home in glory, where she has watched
and waited and longed to see the good old ships of those who have washed
their robes and made them white in the Blood of the Lamb.

I can never tell any one how many happy hours that I had, for the only
trial that I had was that of sickness, which caused me to be of a great
care to her all of her life. It was her delight to wait on me and to
have her cousin, the doctor, to be always ready to come at any moment
she should send for him. He was a good doctor by the name of Sims, and I
always liked him, too, until I had the typhoid fever and I had to take
some oil. I did not like to take it and he held my hands so that they
could pour that in me, and he and I fell out.

My white mother used to give it to me, but she did not let me know what
she was giving me, for she put some molasses in the oil and cooked them,
so I should not know. I would not have known if I had not seen her one
night have the old bottle in her hand putting the oil in the kettle,
which she was making ready for me, and I looked up and saw what it was
and, as young ones will do, did not want to take molasses and butter
which I had been taking so long, for I had to take it on every night or
I could not speak.

Later on she moved from the place where she was and bought another farm
where it was not near the water, as the doctor thought that was not a
good place for me to be, and I was not sick so much as I had been at the
former.