Now hit des de same ez ef you plant de crops in de fall
en'spect de Lawd ter turn de winter inter summer ter please you. I
berry ole en had 'spearance. I'se prayed all de long night en de
Lawd's gib me ter see inter de futer. Lak Moses I may never git in
de promised lan' ob freedom, but hit dar en you kyant kep de people
out'n hit. Ef you doan bend ter He will, you breaks. Wen all de
han's gone en de fiel's is waste t'ink ober de trufe. De Lawd did'n
mek dis yer worl' ter suit you en misus. P'raps He t'ink ez much ob
dem po' souls dar (pointing at the negroes) ez ob yourn. Didn't I
stan' wid dem w'at die ter mek us free? Der blood wateh dis hull
lan' en I feels hit in my heart dat de Lawd'll brung up a crap dis
lan' neber saw befo'. Please reckermember, mars'r en misus, de gre't
wuck ob de Lawd gwine right along des ez ef you ain' dar."
Then the old man turned to the negroes and in his loud, melodious
voice concluded, "I gibs you one mo' 'zortation. You IS free, but ez
I say so of'un you ain' free ter do foolishness.
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