Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1862-07-11

nc pity him; don't IRE tnk be had hard time
and don't we tink dc bad obersccr, whom layin'
dar in de house Jess ready TO gwo and answer for
it--don't we tink he gabo Sam berry great probin-
cation p
Oats so," said dozen Of the auditors.
"Den don't you 'spose dat de blessed Lord know
all dat, and dat he pity Sam tooy five pore sin
ners feel sorry for him, amt de Lords heart big
germ our'n, and ant he more sorry for him p
Don't you tink dat if he ub and pity de berry worse
whites, dat he Tub and pity pore Sam, who warn't
so berry bad, artcr all Don't you tink he'll glib
Sam house, Praps 'twont be one oh de fine
hous'n, but won't IL be comfhlc house, dat haint
no cracks, and one datl keep out de wind and dc
rain And dont't YOU sposc, my chill reu, dat it'll
be big huff for julie toodat pore repentin chile.
whose heart am clean broke, case she hab brought
en- dis on Sam--and won't de Lord-de good Lord
de tcnder-hcartcd Lord-wont he touch Sans
heart, and him TO forgib julie, and TO take
her into his house up darl | knows he will, my
chilren. knows
Here the old negro paused abruptly for there
was quick swaying in the crowd-a hasty rush
"a wild cry-and Sans wife burst into the open
space around the preacher, and fell at the old
mans feet. Throwing her arms wildly around
him, she shreked out
Say dat again, Uncle Pompl for de Tub ob de
good Lord, oh say dat again n
Bending down, the old man raised her gently
in his arms, and folding her there, as he would
have folded a child, be said in a voice thick with
emotion:
&C. II am so, juicy. knows dat Sam will for
glib you, and take him wild you up darn
Fastening her arms frantically around Pom
pegs neck, the poor woman burst into paroxysm
of grief, while the old mans tears fell in great
drops on her upturned face. aud many dark
cheek near was wet as with rain.
The scene had lasted few minutes, and | was
turning away 10 hide the emotion that was fast
hlIfuw my and ols, t,,.r
feeling to my throat, when the Colonel, from the
further edge of the group, called nut;
Take that Id -- away--take her away,
Pomp!n
The old negro turned toward his master with
sad, grieved look. but gave no heed to his words
" Take her away, some of YOU. / saw again
cried the Colonel. Pomp, You mustn't keep
these niggersall night in the cold"
At the sound of her masters voice, the woman
fell TO the ground as if struck down boy a
MIME ball Soon several negroes lifted her up to
bear her away but she struggled violently and
rent the woods with her wild cries for " one more
look at Sam
" Look at him. you d--d-, then CO. and
don't let me see You again
She threw herself ON the face of the dead. and
covered the cold lips with her kisses then rose and
with aweak, uncertain step staggered out into the
darkness
1.-The system" that had so scared and hardened
that mans heart must have been bcgottcn in the
lowest hell.
The old preacher said no more, but four stout me-
gro men stepped forward, nailed down the lids and
lowered the rough boxes into the ground. Turn
ing 10 Madam p, saw her face was red with
weeping. She rose TO go Just rs the first earth
fell with dull, heavy sound on the rude collins 4:
and giving her my arm, led her from the scene
As we walked slowly back to the house. a low
wal-half chant half a dirge--rose from the
black crowd aud noated oil ON the still, night
air, tll it died away amid the far woods, in a
strange, wild moan With that sad, wild music in
our ears we entered the mansion