The real America in romance, with reading courses : being a complete and authentic history of America from the time of Columbus to the present day . 26 HUMBLED PRIDE. able creature discovered Arthur, he fell at his feetcrying in English: Oh, moster—moster, God has sent you to saveme! Who are you? asked Arthur. Moster, doan yo remember me, moster Arthur?Its John—John! John! cried Arthur in amazement. What!can it be possible? He gazed for a moment atthe once handsome young mulatto, his fathersfavorite slave, and could hardly believe that thisfrightful-looking creature, whom misery and ill-treatm
The real America in romance, with reading courses : being a complete and authentic history of America from the time of Columbus to the present day . 26 HUMBLED PRIDE. able creature discovered Arthur, he fell at his feetcrying in English: Oh, moster—moster, God has sent you to saveme! Who are you? asked Arthur. Moster, doan yo remember me, moster Arthur?Its John—John! John! cried Arthur in amazement. What!can it be possible? He gazed for a moment atthe once handsome young mulatto, his fathersfavorite slave, and could hardly believe that thisfrightful-looking creature, whom misery and ill-treatment had made revolting to look upon, wasthe same person. But the voice of John convincedhim. Moster, its I—its John, fore God, I is yonigger John. Save me, moster; I escaped, butthey set the dogs after me. They are coming. Arthur could hear the deep, terrible baying, nothalf a mile away, and he knew that the owner ofthe dogs was not far behind them. He was quickto think and act, for whatever was done, must bedone quickly. John, get upon my shoulders—I must carryyou. Carry me, moster? In no other way can we throw the dogs off MOSTER—MOSTER, GOD HAS SENT TOU TO SAVE ME I JOHN. 427 But theyll scent yo footsteps. It will be a new trail and mislead , quick. In a moment he had his fathers slave on hisshoulders, and hurried away along a narrow was an odd sight at that age—a man carryinghis own slave on his shoulders, assisting him toescape from a slave hunter. Arthur had no clearidea how he would get John away. In fact, hehad very little hope of succeeding at all. He in-stinctively sought a place beyond immediate dan-ger, and trusted to fate for the balance. He wentas rapidly as possible, with the fugitive on hisshoulders, wading streams, walking on stones anddoing everything in his power to throw the dogsoff his trail. After half an hour, he paused by the side of alarge mahogany tree and listened to the far-offbaying. They are at fault now, Joh
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