“Yas’m; he’s twenty now, and big.”
“Whipped him!” Miss Smith repeated. “And so you can’t leave?”
“No’m, he say he’ll sell us out and put us in de chain-gang if we go. The boys is plumb mad, but I’se a-pleadin’ with ’em not to do nothin’ rash.”
‚ÄúBut‚ÅÝ‚Äîbut I thought they had already started to work a crop on the Tolliver place?‚Äù
“Yes’m, dey had; but, you see, dey were arrested, and then Cunnel Cresswell took ’em and ’lowed they couldn’t leave his place. Ol’ man Tolliver was powerful mad.”
“Why, Aunt Rachel, it’s slavery!” cried the lady in dismay. Aunt Rachel did not offer to dispute her declaration.
“Yas’m, hit’s