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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her dark face, soon followed by sobs, and then
losing all control of herself, she wept aloud. This was an act of disobedience. Her mistress grasping her raw-hide, caused a longer flow of tears, and wounded a spirit that was craving healing mercies. CHAPTER X. PERPLEXITIES.--ANOTHER DEATH. Neath the billows of the ocean, Hidden treasures wait the hand, That again to light shall raise them With the diver's magic wand. G. W. COOK. THE family, gathered by James' decease, re- turned to their homes. Susan and Charles returned to Baltimore. Letters were received from the absent, expressing their sympathy and grief. The father bowed like a "bruised reed," under the loss of his beloved son. He |
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