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Title: The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2, No. 2, August, 1862
Devoted to Literature and National Policy

Author: Various

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Language: English

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THE

CONTINENTAL MONTHLY:

DEVOTED TO

LITERATURE AND NATIONAL POLICY.

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VOL. II.--AUGUST, 1862.--No. II.

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AMONG THE PINES.

[CONCLUDED.]

'My God! drowned herself and her child!' exclaimed the Colonel, with
deep emotion.

'Come, my friend, let us go to them at once,' I said, laying my hand on
his arm, and drawing him unresistingly away.

A pair of mules was speedily harnessed to a large turpentine-wagon, and
the horses we had ridden the day before were soon at the door. When the
Colonel, who had been closeted for a few minutes with Madam P--, came
out of the house, we mounted and rode off with the 'corn-cracker.'

The native's farm was located on the stream which watered my friend's
plantation, and was about ten miles distant. Taking a by-road which led
to it through the woods, we rode rapidly on in advance of the wagon.

'Sort o' likely gal, thet, warn't she?' remarked the turpentine-maker,
after a while.

'Yes, she was,' replied the Colonel, in a half-abstracted manner,
'_very_ likely.'

'Kill harself 'case har man war shot by thet han'som overseer uv yourn?'

'Not altogether for that, I reckon,' replied my host,' I fear the main
reason was her being put at field-work, and abused by the driver.'

'Thet comes uv not lookin' arter things yerself, Cunnel. I 'tend ter my
niggers parsonally, and they keer a durned sight more fur this world
then fur kingdom-cum. Ye cudn't hire 'em ter kill 'emselves fur no
price.'

'Well,' replied the Colo