"I specs my ole Marster'll feel right smart lonesome when I'se gone, but I don't keer 'bout stayin' for company's sake." "My ole Marster's room's a heap better'n his company," said Tom Anderson, "an' I'se a goner too.

Dis yer freedom's too good to be lef' behind, wen you's got a chance to git it.

I won't stop to bid ole Marse good bye." "What do you think," said Robert, turning to Uncle Daniel; "won't you go with us ?" "No, chillen, I don't blame you for gwine; but I'se gwine to stay.
Slavery's done got all de marrow out ob dese poor ole bones.

Ef freedom comes it won't do me much good; we ole one's will die out, but it will set you youngsters all up." "But, Uncle Daniel, you're not too old to want your freedom ?" "I knows dat.

I lubs de bery name of freedom.