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good boy. It wouldn't do any good to land yonder where the light is-it's only

a wood-yard. Say -- I reckon your father's poor, and I'm bound to say he's in

pretty hard luck. Here -- I'll put a twenty dollar gold piece on this board and

you get it when it floats by. I feel mighty mean to leave you, but my

kingdom! it won't do to fool with small-pox, don't you see?"

"Hold on, Parker," says the other man, here's a twenty to put on the board

for me. Good-bye, boy, you do as Mr. Parker told you, and you'll be all right."

"That's so, my boy -- good-bye, good-bye. If you see any runaway niggers,

you get help and nab them, and you can make some money by it."

"Good-bye, sir," says I, "I won't let no runaway niggers get by me if I can

help it." ssssssssss

They went off, and I got aboard the raft, feeling bad and low, because I

knowed very well I had done wrong, and I see it warn't no use for me to try

to learn to do right; a body that don't get started right when he's little, ain't

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