An' I couldn't see ef it war good for white folks, why it warn't good for cullud folks." "Well," said Tom Anderson, "I belieb in de good ole-time religion.

But arter dese white folks is done fussin' and beatin' de cullud folks, I don't want 'em to come talking religion to me.

We used to hab on our place a real Guinea man, an' once he made ole Marse mad, an' he had him whipped.

Old Marse war trying to break him in, but dat fellow war spunk to de backbone, an' when he 'gin talkin' to him 'bout savin' his soul an' gittin' to hebbin, he tole him ef he went to hebbin an' foun' he war dare, he wouldn't go in.

He wouldn't stay wid any such rascal as he war." "What became of him ?" asked Robert.
"Oh, he died.