. Our young folks [serial]. nothingmore. Still the rain fell, and the wind cried; and the long night and the stormand the darkness passed, and the morning came. Hungry stirred under Junes arm, and licked her face, and mewed pit-eously at her ear. But Junes arm lay still, and June said no word. Somewhere, in a land where there was never slave and never mistress,where there were no more hungry days and frightened nights, little Junewas laughing softly, and had found some one to love her at last. And so she did not find Massa Linkum after all ? Ah ! —who would have guessed it ? To that place wher
. Our young folks [serial]. nothingmore. Still the rain fell, and the wind cried; and the long night and the stormand the darkness passed, and the morning came. Hungry stirred under Junes arm, and licked her face, and mewed pit-eously at her ear. But Junes arm lay still, and June said no word. Somewhere, in a land where there was never slave and never mistress,where there were no more hungry days and frightened nights, little Junewas laughing softly, and had found some one to love her at last. And so she did not find Massa Linkum after all ? Ah ! —who would have guessed it ? To that place where June had gone,where there are no masters and no slaves, he had gone before her. And dont I suppose his was the first face she saw, as she passed throughthe storm and the night to that waiting, beautiful place ? And dont I sup-pose he smiled as he had smiled before, and led her gently to that otherFace, that thorn-crowned Face, of which poor little June had known nothingin all her life. Of course I do. E. Stuart 28o About Me and the Big-Sea- Water. [May,
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