Sold at auction,haw! haw! boys, ant this yer fun? I wisht I was gwine that ar way!tell ye, wouldnt I make em laugh? But how is it,dis yer whole lot gwine tomorrow? said Sambo, laying his hand freely on Adolphs shoulder.
Please to let me alone! said Adolph, fiercely, straightening himself up, with extreme disgust.
Law, now, boys! dis yers one o yer white niggers,kind o cream color, ye know, scented! said he, coming up to Adolph and snuffing. O Lor! hed do for a tobaccer-shop; they could keep him to scent snuff! Lor, hed keep a whole shope agwine,he would!
I say, keep off, cant you? said Adolph, enraged.
Lor, now, how touchy we is,we white niggers! Look at us now! and Sambo gave a ludicrous imitation of Adolphs manner; heres de airs and graces. Wes been in a good family, I specs.
Yes, said Adolph; I had a master that could have bought you all for old truck!
Laws, now, only think, said Sambo, the gentlemens that we is!
I belonged to the St. Clare family, said Adolph, proudly.
Lor, you did! Be hanged if they arnt lucky to get shet of ye. Spects theys gwine to trade ye off with a lot o cracked tea-pots and sich like! said Sambo, with a provoking grin.
Adolph, enraged at this taunt, flew furiously at his adversary, swearing and striking on every side of him. The rest laughed and shouted, and the uproar brought the keeper to the door.
What now, boys? Order,order! he said, coming in and flourishing a large whip.
All fled in different directions, except Sambo, who, presuming on the favor which the keeper had to him as a licensed wag, stood his ground, ducking his head with a facetious grin, whenever the master made a dive at him.
Lor, Masr, tant us,we s reglar stiddy,its these yer new hands; they s real aggravatin,kinder pickin at us, all time!
The keeper, at this, turned upon Tom and Adolph, and distributing a few kicks and cuffs without much inquiry, and leaving general orders for all to be good boys and go to sleep, left the apartment.
While this scene was going on in the mens sleeping-room, the reader may be curious to take a peep at the corresponding apartment allotted to the women. Stretched out in various attitudes over the floor, he may see numberless sleeping forms of every shade of complexion, from the purest ebony to white, and of all years, from childhood to old age, lying now asleep. Here is a fine bright girl, of ten years, whose mother was sold out yesterday, and who tonight cried herself to sleep when nobody was looking at her. Here, a worn old negress, whose thin arms and callous fingers tell of hard toil, waiting to be sold tomorrow, as a cast-off article, for what can be got for her; and some forty or fifty others, with heads variously enveloped in blankets or articles of clothing, lie stretched around them. But, in a corner, sitting apart from the rest, are two females of a more interesting appearance than common. One of these is a respectably-dressed mulatto woman between forty and fifty, with soft eyes and a gentle and pleasing physiognomy. She has on her head a high-raised turban, made of a gay red Madras handkerchief, of the first quality, her dress is neatly fitted, and of good material, showing that she has been provided for with a careful hand. By her side, and nestling closely to her, is a young girl of fifteen,her daughter. She is a quadroon, as may be seen from her fairer complexion, though her likeness to her mother is quite discernible. She has the same soft, dark eye, with longer lashes, and her curling hair is of a luxuriant brown. She also is dressed with great neatness, and her white, delicate hands betray very little acquaintance with servile toil. These two are to be sold tomorrow, in the same lot with the St. Clare servants; and the
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