Tek yo' wibes en
chil'un; dey yourn. Tek yo' clo'es; you arned urn en much mo', but
you kyant tek de mules en de ker'age: dey mars'r's. Go en wuck lak
men en wimmin fer hon'st wages en show you fit ter be free.
Reckermember all I tole you so of'un. De Lawd go wid you en kep you
in de way ob life everlas'in'."
The better element among the negroes prevailed, for they felt that
they had had a spokesman who voiced their best and deepest feelings.
One after another came and wrung the hand of the old man and
departed. To "Pharo" and his wife few vouchsafed a glance, for they
had cut the cord of human sympathy. Many messages of affection,
however, were left for Miss Lou. The mothers took the babies from
the carriage, Aun' Suke was helped out and she sulkily waddled down
the avenue with the rest. By the time she reached the main road her
powers of locomotion gave out, causing her to drop, half-hysterical,
by the wayside. Some counselled her to go back, saying they would
come for her before long; but pride, shame and exhaustion made it
almost as difficult to go back as to go forward, and so she was left
lamenting.
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