Chloe
met me in the door-way, and greeted me with one of her sweetest
smiles, as she curtsied, and really looked as pleased as all my slaves
did, at seeing their _young_ master again. How they touched my
heart, at times, by their manner of talking about "_ole_ Masser,
and _ole_ Missus," always subjects of regret among negroes who
had been well treated by them. Metaphysicians may reason as subtly as
they can about the races and colours, and on the aptitude of the black
to acquire, but no one can ever persuade me out of the belief of their
extraordinary aptitude to love. As between themselves and their
masters, their own children and those of the race to which they were
subject, I have often seen instances which have partaken of the
attachment of the dog to the human family; and cases in which the
children of their masters have been preferred to those of their own
flesh and blood, were of constant occurrence.
"I hope you been werry well, sah, Masser Mile," said Chloe, who had
some extra refinement, as the growth of her position.
"Perfectly, my good girl, and I am glad to see you looking so
well--you really are growing handsome, Chloe."
"Oh! Masser Mile---you so droll!--now you stay home, sah, long time?"
"I am afraid not, Chloe, but one never knows. Where shall I find my
sister?"
"Miss Grace tell me come here, Masser Mile, and say she wish to see
you in de family-room.
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