. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . come in anjlook all] roun de room; hiseye res on our (apu an he step fowardan give his coat a yank an (Icre is deblue unifom underneath! De orficers holler Hoi dat man, butde Yankee Capndone boltedclean thro dedo. Dey isridin an scram-blin outside,den ])ang! bang! goes orficershas all run outan ]\Iiss Liddystandin inde room holdinhad to a shootin dieaway fo a min-ute an denbang! goes agun, and ^lissysway like shebeen hit is stand-in dere paa-lyzed whenCapn Daviscome into deroom. Datlas shot donekilled him, hesay, an Missysh
. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . come in anjlook all] roun de room; hiseye res on our (apu an he step fowardan give his coat a yank an (Icre is deblue unifom underneath! De orficers holler Hoi dat man, butde Yankee Capndone boltedclean thro dedo. Dey isridin an scram-blin outside,den ])ang! bang! goes orficershas all run outan ]\Iiss Liddystandin inde room holdinhad to a shootin dieaway fo a min-ute an denbang! goes agun, and ^lissysway like shebeen hit is stand-in dere paa-lyzed whenCapn Daviscome into deroom. Datlas shot donekilled him, hesay, an Missyshe faintdeadawav onde s t a ttowd her, butI stan in fronto him. Donyo tech her, Isays, yo done killed her an if yo techher Ize gwine cut yo heart out! Helook at her an twis his mustache anden he say Hits better, I guess an he. ^ say DE ORFICER HOLLER—IIOL DAT MAN* 18 THE BALTIMORE AND OHIO EMPLOYES MAGAZINE tun ^roun an go out—an dats de lastime I ever seen him. cause nex day deywuz a battle an Capn Davis he gotkilled. The old darkeys voice had fallen to awhisper; now it died away and he satstill, hands folded on his stick, his headbowed over them. The Judge stirred, he raised his headand held a hand before his eyes. Heseemed strangely shaken, older, whiterand more broken. *0 the bitter years, he murmured,useless, wasted, bitter years! He satforward and gazed suddenly down at theold darkey. She is living, Sam? Youknow that she is living—in Savannah?How could I have known—and all theseyears she thought me dead! He grippedthe desk before him. But it is not toolate! We must see her. We will go toher—now—Sam! The old darkey rose from his seat as if drawn by an unseen force. He seemedlistening to a voice far away. His handsgroped out before him , O Capn Tumbull, yo aintdead—hits you
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