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Now, I tell ye what, Tom, said Haley, as he came up to the wagon, and threw in the handcuffs, I mean to start far with ye, as I genally do with my niggers; and Ill tell ye now, to begin with, you treat me far, and Ill treat you far; I ant never hard on my niggers. Calculates to do the best for em I can. Now, ye see, youd better jest settle down comfortable, and not be tryin no tricks; because niggers tricks of all sorts Im up to, and its no use. If niggers is quiet, and dont try to get off, they has good times with me; and if they dont, why, its thar fault, and not mine. Tom assured Haley that he had no present intentions of running off. In fact, the exhortation seemed rather a superfluous one to a man with a great pair of iron fetters on his feet. But Mr. Haley had got in the habit of commencing his relations with his stock with little exhortations of this nature, calculated, as he deemed, to inspire cheerfulness and confidence, and prevent the necessity of any unpleasant scenes. And here, for the present, we take our leave of Tom, to pursue the fortunes of other characters in our story. |
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