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Laura’s plantation down in Robeson County?’ sez Becky, wid her hea’t in her mouf, fer she ’mence’ ter git skeered all er a sudden.

“ ‘You ain’ gwine ter git dere at all,’ sez de man. ‘You b’longs ter me now, fer I done traded my bes’ race hoss fer you, wid yo’ ole marster. Ef you is a good gal, I’ll treat you right, en ef you doan behabe yo’se’f⁠—w’y, w’at e’se happens’ll be yo’ own fault.’

“Co’se Sis’ Becky cried en went on ’bout her pickaninny, but co’se it didn’ do no good, en bimeby dey got down ter dis yer man’s place, en he put Sis’ Becky ter wuk, en fergot all ’bout her habin’ a pickaninny.

“Meanw’iles, w’en ebenin’ come, de day Sis’ Becky wuz tuk ’way, little Mose mence’ ter git res’less, en bimeby, w’en his mammy didn’ come, he sta’ted ter cry fer ’er. Aun’ Nancy fed ’im en rocked ’im en rocked ’im, en fin’lly he des cried en cried ’tel he cried hisse’f ter sleep.

“De nex’ day he didn’ ’pear ter be as peart ez yushal, en w’en night come he fretted en went on wuss ’n he did de night befo’. De nex’ day his little eyes ’mence’ ter lose dey shine, en he wouldn’ eat nuffin, en he ’mence’ ter look so peaked dat Aun’ Nancy tuk ’n kyared ’im up ter de big house, en showed ’im ter her ole missis, en her ole missis gun her some med’cine fer ’im, en ’lowed ef he didn’ git no better she sh’d fetch ’im up ter de big house ag’in, en dey’d hab a doctor, en nuss little Mose up dere. Fer Aun’ Nancy’s ole missis ’lowed he wuz a lackly little nigger en wu’th raisin’.

“But Aun’ Nancy had l’arn’ ter lack little Mose, en she didn’ wanter hab ’im tuk up ter de big house. En so w’en he didn’ git no better, she gethered a mess er green peas, and tuk de peas en de baby, en went ter see ole Aun’ Peggy, de cunjuh ’oman down by de Wim’l’ton Road. She gun Aun’ Peggy de mess er peas, en tol’ her all ’bout Sis’ Becky en little Mose.

“ ‘Dat is a monst’us small mess er peas you is fotch’ me,’ sez Aun’ Peggy, sez she.

“ ‘Yas, I knows,’ ’lowed Aun’ Nancy, ‘but dis yere is a monst’us small pickaninny.’

“ ‘You’ll hafter fetch me sump’n mo’,’ sez Aun’ Peggy, ‘fer you can’t ’spec’ me ter was’e my time diggin’ roots en wukkin’ cunj’ation fer nuffin.’

“ ‘All right,’ sez Aun’ Nancy, ‘I’ll fetch you sump’n mo’ nex’ time.’

“ ‘You bettah,’ sez Aun’ Peggy, ‘er e’se dey’ll be trouble. Wat dis yer little pickaninny needs is ter see his mammy. You leabe ’im heah ’tel ebenin’ en I’ll show ’im his mammy.’

“So w’en Aun’ Nancy had gone ’way, Aun’ Peggy tuk ’n wukked her roots, en tu’nt little Mose ter a hummin’-bird, en sont ’im off fer ter fin’ his mammy.

“So little Mose flewed, en flewed, en flewed away, ’tel bimeby he got ter de place whar Sis’ Becky b’longed. He seed his mammy wukkin’ roun’ de ya’d, en he could tell fum lookin’ at her dat she wuz trouble’ in her min’ ’bout sump’n, en feelin’ kin’ er po’ly. Sis’ Becky heared sump’n hummin’ roun’ en roun’ her, sweet en low. Fus’ she ’lowed it wuz a hummin’-bird; den she thought it sounded lack her little Mose croonin’ on her breas’ way back yander on de ole plantation. En she des ’magine’ it wuz her little Mose, en it made her feel bettah, en she went on ’bout her wuk pearter ’n she’d done sence she’d be’n down dere. Little Mose stayed roun’ ’tel late in de ebenin’, en den flewed back ez hard ez he could ter Aun’ Peggy. Ez fer Sis’ Becky, she dremp all dat night dat she wuz holdin’ her pickaninny in her arms, en kissin’ him, en nussin’ him, des lack she useter do back on de ole plantation whar he wuz bawn. En fer th’ee er fo’ days Sis’ Becky went ’bout her wuk wid mo’ sperrit dan she’d showed sence she’d be’n down dere ter dis man’s plantation.

“De nex’ day atter he come back, little Mose wuz mo’ pearter en better ’n he had be’n fer a long time. But to’ds de een’ er de week he ’mence’ ter git res’less ag’in, en stop’ eatin’, en Aun’ Nancy kyared ’im down ter Aun’ Peggy once mo’, en she tu’nt ’im ter a mawkin’-bird dis time, en sont ’im off ter see his mammy ag’in.

“It didn’ take him long fer ter git dere, en w’en he did, he seed his mammy standin’ in de kitchen, lookin’ back in de d’rection little Mose wuz comin’ fum. En dey wuz tears in her eyes, en she look’ mo’ po’ly en peaked ’n she had w’en he wuz down dere befo’. So little Mose sot on a tree in de ya’d en sung, en sung, en sung, des fittin’ ter split his th’oat. Fus’ Sis’ Becky didn’ notice ’im much, but dis mawkin’-bird kep’ stayin’ roun’ de house all day, en bimeby Sis’ Becky des ’magine’ dat mawkin’-bird wuz her little Mose crowin’ en crowin’, des lack he useter do w’en his mammy would come home at night fum de cotton-fiel’. De mawkin’-bird stayed roun’ dere ’mos’ all day, en w’en Sis’ Becky went out in de ya’d one time, dis yer mawkin’-bird lit on her shoulder en peck’ at de piece er bread she wuz eatin’, en fluttered his wings so dey rub’ up agin de side er her head. En w’en he flewed away ’long late in de ebenin’, des ’fo’ sundown, Sis’ Becky felt mo’ better ’n she had sence she had heared dat hummin’-bird a week er so pas’. En dat night she dremp ’bout ole times ag’in, des lack she did befo’.

“But dis yer totin’ little Mose down ter ole Aun’ Peggy, en dis yer gittin’ things fer ter pay

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