If you people
leave me now and let the crops go to waste you will soon find
yourselves starving. When you come whining back I'll have nothing to
feed you with."
Uncle Lusthah cast an imploring look on Miss Lou where she sat in
her chair, with more interest expressed in her wan face than she had
shown for a long time.
"Uncle Lusthah," she said earnestly, "don't you leave me. As soon as
I am able I'll buy you of uncle and set you free. Then you can
always work for me."
"I doan wanter lebe you, young mistis, I sut'ny doan, ner der ole
place whar I al'ays libed. But freedom sweet, young mistis, en I
wanter feel I free befo' I die."
"You shall, Uncle Lusthah. You have earned YOUR freedom, anyway."
"Tut, tut, Louise, that's no way to talk," said her uncle testily.
The old slave looked from one to the other sorrowfully, shook his
head and slowly retired.
"Remember what I said," Miss Lou called after him, and then sank
back in her chair.
Uncle Lusthah had to relate the result of his conference, and the
consequence was an immediate outbreak of a reckless, alienated
spirit.
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