In the performance of that kindness, the old slave had done more to elevate herself than all the philanthropists and abolitionists of the North could have done.

Could the cursed race, whose war upon the South have seen this act, they would have conceded to her people the justice of their right to slavery, when such a slave as this existed.
"What make you come to dis part ob town to-night, missis," asked the negro, after a few moments of silence.
"Nothing, nothing, my good woman," replied Mrs.Wentworth hastily.

She could not let a slave know of her trials and misery.
"Poh ting!" ejaculated the old woman in a compassionate tone, but too low for Mrs.Wentworth to hear her.

"I 'spec her husband been treatin' her bad.

Dem men behave berry bad sometime," and with a sigh she resumed her silence.
The soldier's wife sat by the bedside, on one of the rude chairs, that formed a portion of the furniture, and remained plunged in thought.