ee him again, I took his hand warmly in mine, and said:

"Scip, I have heard of the disgrace that was near being put upon you on
my account, and I feel deeply the disinterested service you did to me;
now, I _can not_ go away without doing _something_ for you--showing you
in _some_ way that I appreciate and _like_ you."

"I like's _you_, massa," he replied, the tears coming to his eyes: "I
tuk ter you de bery fuss day I seed you, 'case, I s'pose," and he wrung
my hand till it ached: "you pitied de pore brack man. But you karnt do
nuffin fur _me_, massa; I doant want nuffin; I doant want ter leab har,
'case de Lord dat put me har, arn't willin' I shud gwo. But you kin do
suffin, massa, fur de pore brack man,--an' dat'll be doin' it fur _me_,
'case my heart am all in dat. You kin tell dem folks up dar, whar you
lib, massa, dat we'm not like de brutes, as dey tink we is. Dat we's got
souls, an' telligence, an' feelin's, an' am men like demselfs. You kin
tell 'em, too, massa,--'case you's edication, and kin talk--how de pore
wite man 'am kep' down har; how he'm ragged, an' starvin', an' ob no
account, 'case de brack man am a slave. How der chil'ren can't get no
schulein', how eben de grow'd up ones doan't know nuffin--not eben so
much as de pore brack slave, 'case de 'stockracy wan't dar votes, an
cudn't get 'em ef dey 'low'd 'em larning. Ef your folks know'd all de
trufh--ef dey know'd how both de brack an' de pore w'ite man, am on de
groun', and can't git up, ob demselfs--dey'd do _suffin'_--dey'd break
de Constertution--dey'd do suffin' ter help us. I doant want no one
hurted, I doant want no one wronged; but jess tink ob it, massa, four
million ob bracks, and nigh so many pore wites, wid de bressed gospil
shinin' down on 'em, an' dey not knowin' on it. All dem--ebry one of
'em--made in de image ob de great God, an' dey driven roun', an' 'bused
wuss dan de brutes. You's seed dis, massa, wid your own eyes, an' you
kin tell 'em on it; an' you _will_ tell 'em on it, massa;" and again he
took my hand while the tears rolled down his cheeks; "an' Scip will
bress you fur it, massa; wid his bery lass breaf he'll bress you; an' de
good Lord will bress you, too, massa; He will foreber bress you, for
He'm on de side ob de pore, an' de 'flicted: His own book say dat, an'
it am true, I knows it, fur I feels it _har_;" and he laid his hand on
his heart, and was silent.

I could not speak for a moment. When I mastered my feelings, I sa