. The blue and the gray, or, The Civil War as seen by a boy : a story of patriotism and adventure in our war for the Union . eve. Oh, honey, it makes my heartheaby eben now, and offen and offen de tears dey makes myold eyes burn. Many a day Ise asked my hebenly Fader wharon dis big yarth my Joe was, but it must hab been wicked furme to ask de Great King anyting bout a po cullered boy, furI neber had any answer. But Joe was a powerful hansum boy, debest one on deplantation. How did hedie? Die? I didntspress my piniondat he was has looked longfor Joe, and I mosknows he must begone up abov
. The blue and the gray, or, The Civil War as seen by a boy : a story of patriotism and adventure in our war for the Union . eve. Oh, honey, it makes my heartheaby eben now, and offen and offen de tears dey makes myold eyes burn. Many a day Ise asked my hebenly Fader wharon dis big yarth my Joe was, but it must hab been wicked furme to ask de Great King anyting bout a po cullered boy, furI neber had any answer. But Joe was a powerful hansum boy, debest one on deplantation. How did hedie? Die? I didntspress my piniondat he was has looked longfor Joe, and I mosknows he must begone up above, for jhe lubbed me andhe lubbed de littlemissie—de little ifdaisy, Missie Flos- jsie. She was deonly one whocould bring himout of his tantar-ums, fer po Joedid hab spells,when he was ugly. Massa Steve—he owned us bof—I members dat daywell; it was a sunshiny day, de yarth was all carpeted wid deshort, green grass, and de flowers filled de whole land wid deirsweetness. It was so bright my heart was singing a song, andMissus Flora wanted to be druv to town to buy some nice tingsfor de little missies birfday OLD AUNT JUDAH. 82 JOE REFUSES TO GO. Massa say Joe, Dicks got a sick hoss to tend JOE DISAPPEARS. ^ y^ hitch up de big b]ack ^^ and ^^ your mistress to town. Joe, he whispered to me—I had tukde little lady out on de lawn—dat he cudnt dribe dem speeritedcritters, fur he had burnt his hands roasting corn in de ashes denight afore. Dont stan dar, you brack rascal, massa said, furhe seed him talking to me. Massa, Ise dead anxious to go, but I hab a bery bad hand—caint Dickgo dis time wid de missus? Then massa,he got as whiteas a sheet wiftemper, and hisvoice was likefunder—No! goas I told you want an-oder flogging? I felt waydown all fru me,sumfing wasgwine to happen,iy:^l\ for Joe he lookedso wicked, andhe kep mutter-ing and mutter-ing, and I wasscared, fur Iknowed sumfing was about to break, when Joe muned wid his-self. But oh, massa, I shall neber
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