"No, sir; he does not appear to be worse, yet I think he is very feeble."
"What right has you to think anything 'bout it?" he said, as he took from the mantle a large, black bottle and drank from it.
I made no reply, but followed him into young master's room, and pretended to busy myself about some trifling matter.
"What is it you want, Johnny?"
"Father, you have done a wicked thing!"
"What do you mean, boy?"
"You have sold Amy's sisters and brothers away from her."
"And what's wicked in selling a nigger?"
"Hasn't a negro human feeling?"
"Why, they don't feel like white people; of course not."