Ole Marster died when Marse Robert war two years ole, and his pore mother when he war four.
When he died, Miss Anna used to keep me 'bout her jes' like I war her shadder.

I used to nuss Marse Robert jes' de same as ef I were his own fadder.

I used to fix his milk, rock him to sleep, ride him on my back, an' nothin' pleased him better'n fer Uncle Dan'el to ride him piggy-back." "Well, Uncle Daniel," said Robert, "what has that got to do with your going with us and getting your freedom ?" "Now, jes' wait a bit, and don't frustrate my mine.

I seed day arter day Miss Anna war gettin' weaker and thinner, an' she looked so sweet and talked so putty, I thinks to myself, 'you ain't long for dis worl'.' And she said to me one day, 'Uncle Dan'el, when I'se gone, I want you to be good to your Marster Robert.' An' she looked so pale and weak I war almost ready to cry.

I couldn't help it.