The slaves crowded around the carriage kissing and embracing the children, and forcing upon them little tokens of remembrance.

Blind Jacob, the patriarch of the place, came and passed his hands over the face of little Em for the last time, as he had done almost every week since her birth, that, to use his own language, "he might see how de piccaninny growed." His bleared and sightless eyes were turned to heaven to ask a blessing on the little ones and their parents.
"Why, daddy Jake, you should not take it so hard," said Mr.Garie, with an attempt at cheerfulness.

"You'll see us all again some day." "No, no, massa, I'se feared I won't; I'se gettin' mighty old, massa, and I'se gwine home soon.

I hopes I'll meet you all up yonder," said he, pointing heavenward.

"I don't 'spect to see any of you here agin." Many of the slaves were in tears, and all deeply lamented the departure of their master and his family, for Mr.Garie had always been the kindest of owners, and Mrs.Garie was, if possible, more beloved than himself.