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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should resort to him. It was time something
was done; she had begun to read the Bible openly. The night of this discovery, as they were retiring, Mrs. Bellmont introduced the conver- sation, by saying: "I want your attention to what I am going to say. I have let Nig go out to evening meet- ings a few times, and, if you will believe it, I found her reading the Bible to-day, just as though she expected to turn pious nigger, and preach to white folks. So now you see what good comes of sending her to school. If she should get converted she would have to go to meeting: at least, as long as James lives. I wish he had not such queer notions about her. It seems to trouble him to know he must die and leave her. He says if he should get well he would take her home with him, or educate her here. Oh, how awful! What can the child mean? So careful, too, of her! He says we shall ruin her health making her work so hard, and sleep in such a place. O, John! do you think he is in his right mind?" "Yes, yes; she is slender." "Yes, YES!" she repeated sarcastically, "you know these niggers are just like black snakes; |
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