cy. My only boy is

dead." "Da

t's awful; b

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ut brace up, Mis' Kenyon. De Lor' don't let it blow so hard on de sheep dat's lost his fleece." "I feel that I have very little to live for, Nancy," continued Mrs. Kenyon, in a tone of depression. "Don't you take it so much to heart, Mis' Kenyon. I've had three chil'en myself, an' I don't know where they is." "How does that happen, Nancy?" "When we was all slaves dey

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was sold away from me, down in Alabama, I reckon, and I never expec' to see any of 'em ag'in." "That is very hard, Nancy," said Mrs. Kenyon, roused to sympathy. "So it is, Mis' Kenyon," said Nancy, wiping her eyes; "but I hope to see 'em in a better land." Then Nancy, pausing in her rowing, began to sing in an untrained but rich voice a rude plantation hymn: "We'se al



l a-goin', We'se all a-goin', We'se all a-goin', To de Promised Land. "We shall see our faders. We shall see our moders, We shall see our chil'en, Dead an' gone before us, In de Promised Land. "Don't you cry, poor

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sinner, Don't you cry, poor sinner, We'se all a-goin To de Promised Land." "It makes me feel better to sing them words, Mis' Kenyon," said Nancy; "for it's all true. De Lord will care for us in de Promised Land." "I am glad

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you have so much faith, Nancy," said her companion. "Your words cheer me, in spite of myself. For the first time, I begin to hope." "Dat's right, Mis' Kenyon," said Nancy, heartily. "

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Dat's de way to talk." They were walking while this conversation took place, and soon they reached the station—a small rude hut, or little better. A man with a flag stood in front

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of it, while a gentleman and lady were standing just in the door-way. Mrs. Kenyon had on the way disencumbered herself of the gown and other disguises which she had worn in the boat,


and appeared a

  • nyon, echo
  • ing the laugh as b
  • efore. "You alm
  • ost frighten me, Mis' Ke
  • nyon," said Nanc


quiet, lady-like figure, who might r

  • y. "I didn
  • 't think no one bu
  • t a nigger could l
  • augh like dat. Are you s
  • ure you aint bla


eadily be taken for a Southern matro

  • ck blood?"
  • "I think not,
  • Nancy," said Mrs.
  • Kenyon. "I don't look li
  • ke it, do I?"
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