Our nig, or, sketches from the life of a free black, in a two-story white house, North showing that slavery's shadows fall even there by Harriet E. Wilson
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"I know how to fix him," said Jack. Taking
a plate from the table, which was still waiting, he called, "Fido! Fido! Frado wants some sup- per. Come!" Jack started, the dog followed, and soon capered on before, far, far into the fields, over walls and through fences, into a piece of swampy land. Jack followed close, and soon appeared to James, who was quite in the rear, coaxing and forcing Frado along with him. A frail child, driven from shelter by the cru- elty of his mother, was an object of interest to James. They persuaded her to go home with them, warmed her by the kitchen fire, gave her a good supper, and took her with them into the sitting-room. "Take that nigger out of my sight," was Mrs. Bellmont's command, before they could be seated. James led her into Aunt Abby's, where he knew they were welcome. They chatted awhile until Frado seemed cheerful; then James led her to her room, and waited until she retired. "Are you glad I've come home?" asked James. "Yes; if you won't let me be whipped to- |
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