“But no sinners will go there; they will be regenerated.”
“Don’t tell me that; the reprobates will not be regenerated; their doom is sealed. I have grace in my soul, and know I am right.”
When I offered to pay him for keeping me, he replied, “You are welcome; the fare was hard, but if you come this way again, give me a call.”
A day or two after this, I rode with a negro a few hours. He was returning from visiting his wife and children.
“Why do you not live with your family?”
“Master won’t sell me to my wife’s master, so I live twenty miles from her.”
“How often do you see her?”
“’Bout once a month.”
“Did you ever have another wife?”
“Yes; but her master died, and she was taken south, and the children.”