"Look how de light am shinin' now across de gret Red Sea. On Egypt
sho' we stay no mo' in slabing misery. Ole Pharaoh year de voice ob
God, 'Des set my people free;' En now we march wid song en shout,
right troo the gret Red Sea."
Every line ended with, the rising inflection of more than a hundred
voices, followed by a pause in which the echoes repeated clearly the
final sound. The effect was weird, strange in the last degree, and,
weary as he was, Scoville felt all his nerves tingling.
The meeting now broke up, to be followed by dancing and singing
among the younger negroes. Uncle Lusthah, Aun' Jinkey, and many
others crowded around Scoville and "the young mistis" to pay their
respects. Chunk and Zany, standing near, graciously accepted the
honors showered upon them. The officer speedily gave Miss Lou his
arm and led her away. When so distant as to be unobserved, he said
in strong emphasis, "Miss Baron, I take off my hat to you. Not to a
princess would I pay such homage as to the woman who could wake the
feeling with which these poor people regard you.
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