She's poor ignorant nigger." "You shouldn't speak so of your mother, Pomp.

She's a good mother to you, and works hard to earn money to support you." "Yes, Mass' Frank," said Pomp, who was getting impatient to go.

"I guess I'll go home and help her." Frank thought that what he had said was producing a good effect.

He did not know the secret of Pomp's haste.
Pomp left the room, and, proceeding to the wood-shed, hastily possessed himself of the musket.

In a stealthy manner he crept with it through a field behind the house, until he got into the neighboring woods.
He found it a hard tug to carry the gun, which was heavier than those made at the present day.