Marse Robert war mighty good to me, but ole Gundover's wife war de meanest woman dat I eber did see.

She used to go out on de plantation an' boss things like a man.

Arter I war married, I had a baby.

It war de dearest, cutest little thing you eber did see; but, pore thing, it got sick and died.

It died 'bout three o'clock; and in de mornin', Katie, habbin her cows to milk, lef her dead baby in de cabin.
When she com'd back from milkin' her thirty cows, an' went to look for her pore little baby, some one had been to her cabin an' took'd de pore chile away an' put it in de groun'.