'Pears like he warnt willin' to have nobody rest, day or night; and got so curous, there couldn't nobody suit him.

'Pears like he just grew crosser, every day; kep me up nights till I got farly beat out, and couldn't keep awake no longer; and cause I got to sleep, one night, Lors, he talk so orful to me, and he tell me he'd sell me to just the hardest master he could find; and he'd promised me my freedom, too, when he died." "Had you any friends ?" said Emmeline.
"Yes, my husband,--he's a blacksmith.

Mas'r gen'ly hired him out.

They took me off so quick, I didn't even have time to see him; and I's got four children.

O, dear me!" said the woman, covering her face with her hands.
It is a natural impulse, in every one, when they hear a tale of distress, to think of something to say by way of consolation.