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“Is it Pomp?”

“Deed an' 'tis Pomp, Massa.”

“Where is your mistress and the children?”

“Dey's ober on the odder side de bridge, Massa; how glad dey'll be to see you. We all 'spected de Yankees dun kill you, shuah nuff.”

Just then a woman came hurriedly from around the corner and stopped for a moment as she surveyed the scene before her.

“Who is it, Pomp?” she eagerly inquired, as she advanced toward the party in the street.

“Bress de Lawd, it's Massa John.”

In another moment husband and wife were in each other's arms, their tears flowing freely.

“And the children, Mary?”