. The story of Aaron (so named) : the son of Ben Ali ; told by his friends and acquaintances . around him and beyond him, and smiled a little. But just then the man who owned him camehustling toward us, untied the rope to which theSon of Ben Ali was chained and pushed himroughly through the crowd to the sheriffs blockthat stood near the court house door. This hemade the Son of Ben Ali mount, so that all mightsee him. As he stood there, without a coat, thecollar of his shirt thrown open, and the muscles ofhis chest swelling and falling, he seemed to be aman among men. When the white man stoodon
. The story of Aaron (so named) : the son of Ben Ali ; told by his friends and acquaintances . around him and beyond him, and smiled a little. But just then the man who owned him camehustling toward us, untied the rope to which theSon of Ben Ali was chained and pushed himroughly through the crowd to the sheriffs blockthat stood near the court house door. This hemade the Son of Ben Ali mount, so that all mightsee him. As he stood there, without a coat, thecollar of his shirt thrown open, and the muscles ofhis chest swelling and falling, he seemed to be aman among men. When the white man stoodon the block beside him, the crown of his hatwas no higher than the Son of Ben Alis .shoul-der. The man made a speech to the people. Idont remember everything he said, but I couldsee he hated the Son of Ben Ali, and was afraidof him. He was ready to jump from the blockand run. But the Son of Ben Ali paid no at-tention to him. He had his eyes fixed on theface of the Little Master, following every move-ment he made, and always smiling. The LittleMaster kept his eyes on the White-haired Master,. HAD FOUND TWU FRIENDS THE NEW YORKPtBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR, LENfcX TILDEN FOUNDATION GRISTLE CONCLUDES HIS STORY. 55 and called and beckoned to him. But somehow— I could nt see what the trouble was — theWhite-haired Master appeared to be very was talking with a man who was a stranger tome, and, although he heard the Little Master,and nodded and smiled at him, he kept on. talking. I went toward him without anyurging, and when we got there he was talkingabout constitutions and other government con-traptions, and seemed to be very warm over was so disgusted that I snorted as often andas loud as I could, and if people Jhad only knownit, there was more horse sense in one. of my snortsthan there was in all the politics I have heardfrom that day to ffiis. But all this time the speculator, or trader,or whatever you call him, was calling to thecrowd to come and see the fine bargain
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