“Maybe he’ll say dat, an’ den ergin maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll punish de ole nigger ter de full stent uv his ’greshuns; an’ den, ergin, maybe he’ll let him off light; but dat ain’t neder hyear nur dar. What’ll yer take fur de baby, caze my min’ hit’s made up?”
“And mine is too, Uncle Bob,” said his master, rising, and grasping in his the big black hand. “Mine is too. I will give Ann her freedom and her baby, and the same amount of money that you give her; that will take her to her husband’s relatives, and she can die happy, knowing that her baby will be taken care of.”
The next day Uncle Bob dug up his money, and the bag was found to contain three hundred dollars.
His master put with it a check for the same amount, and sent him into the laundry to tell Ann of her good fortune.
The poor woman was overcome with happiness and gratitude, and, throwing her arms around Uncle Bob, she sobbed and cried on his shoulder.
She wrote at once to her husband’s relatives, and a few weeks after Major Waldron took her to New Orleans, had the requisite papers drawn up for her freedom, and accompanied her on board of a vessel bound for New York; and then, paying her passage himself, so that she might keep her money for future emergencies, he bade adieu to the only slaves he ever bought.
CHAPTER IX
AUNT EDY’S STORY
Aunt Edy was the principal laundress, and a great favorite she was with the little girls. She was never too busy to do up a doll’s frock or apron, and was always glad when she could amuse and entertain them. One evening Dumps and Tot stole off from Mammy, and ran as fast as they could clip it to the laundry, with a whole armful of their dollies’ clothes, to get Aunt Edy to let them “iun des er ’ittle,” as Tot said.
“Lemme see wat yer got,” said Aunt Edy; and they spread out on the table garments of worsted and silk and muslin and lace and tarlatan and calico and homespun, just whatever their little hands had been able to gather up.
“Lor’, chil’en, ef yer washes deze fine close yer’ll ruint ’em,” said Aunt Edy, examining the bundles laid out; “de suds’ll tuck all de color out’n ’em; s’posin’ yer jes press ’em out on de little stool ober dar wid er nice cole iun,”