Mrs. Neal. Come, sit thee down, and have some breakfast.
Cato. Tank you, madam, I’ll do dat.
[Sits down and eats.
Mr. Neal. This is pleasant for thee to meet one of thy friends.
Glen. Yes, sir, it is; I would be glad if we could meet more of them. I have a mother and sister still in slavery, and I would give worlds, if I possessed them, if by so doing I could release them from their bondage.
Thomas. We are all ready, sir, and the wagon is waiting.
Mrs. Neal. Yes, thee had better start.
Cato. Ef any body tries to take me back to ole massa, I’ll pull ebry toof out of dar heads, dat I will! As soon as I get to Canada, I’ll set up a doctor shop, an’ won’t I be poplar? Den I rec’on I will. I’ll pull teef fer all de people in Canada. Oh, how I wish I had Hannah wid me! It makes me feel bad when I tink I ain’t a-gwine to see my wife no more. But, come, chillen, let’s be makin’ tracks. Dey say we is most to de British side.
Mr. Neal. Yes, a few miles further, and you’ll be safe beyond the reach of the Fugitive-Slave Law.