The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1905-06-05
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from the trees. INT there was thin ice
on the pools. A young girl driving a
pony cart was coming down a road
and stopped before a cabin. A negro
woman. followed by a pickaninny four
years old, came out to where the cart
stood.
"Clarisse," said the girl, has your
missis said anything about what she
is going to do for you in the way of a
Christmas dinner?'
No. Missile Alice, she hain't said
nothin' bout dat. But me and my ole
man dom keer bout no Christmas din
ner. We got a heap o. trouble" She
drew near the cart and spoke low,
while tears filled her eyes. Mars
goin' to sell Bobby
Sell Bobby! Separate you from him?
Surely, ClarisSe. such a him hasn't
been lone about here since She STOP
ped. She was about to say since a
slave mother had killed herself after
separation from her child"
Miss Alice Sinclair made an effort to
comfort the mother. but there was no
comfort. She knew that old Dufour,
who owned this family. would sacrifice
them to his own interest.
"GoOdby. Clarisse.' she said, touch
ing her pony with the whip. Goo help
you"
On Christmas morning a servant
from the Dufour mansion came to
CIarisse's cabin with an order for her
and her husband to come up to the
house and bring Bobby. As soon as
Clarisse heard the message she fell
over In a swoon. JEFF. her husband.
caught her in his arms.
Don, honey; don do dat. We got
each udder, and mebbe Bobby won
hab to go out o de state. Wake up.
honey"
Clarisse revived. but only to clasp
her boy, vowing that she and he hould
die rather than be sepa rated. But her
good man finally prevailed and she
consented TO go to their master. AT
the house, assembled in the great hall
way, were a number of the planters
and members of their families. includ-
ing Colonel Sinclair and his daughter
Alice. Dufour stood with dis back to
the fireplace, while apart sat an un-
attractive mana trader. Even those
who used a dealer in negroes looked
lsdown upon him.
Tomorrow said Dufour In a Surly
tone, Il have a note to pay of $500.
Mr.. Millikin, here from Savannah. Of
fers me the mount of my note for the
boy. If any one present can afford
to buy the whole family I'll sell them
cheaper than / would separate, or to d
RAIDER"
There was no response. 1t woul
ha We required between $1,000 and
s.. 500 to buy the family, and the plant
ers in the Parish were all struggling
against a slump in the price of sugar.
well. my friends" continued Du-
| four. since you don't come forward
l see no way but to carry out he sale
| of the child. Mr.. Millikin, you offer
is
"One moment, please"
The words came from Colonel Sin
| clair. an elderly gentleman of benign
countenancn. who rose as he spoke.
My friends he said, my daughter
informed me Of this sale. and l notified
| you. This is Christmas morning.
There are two ways of celebrating the
birth of him who brought peace on
earth and good will to men'-onei in our
own families, the other in the families
Of the needy. We have already this
morning been occupied with the first
Here is an opportunity to engage In the
second. I propose that we buy this
Ill and give him as a Christmas
present to his parents. l will head a
subscription for the purpose with 8
Colonel Sinclair" said a gentleman
sitting next to him, Il will subscribe
an equal amount
The slave parents caught the drift OF
the situation and listened eagerly for
every word. There were no more ffty
dollar subscriptions, but the smaller
ones. including $25 from Alice Sinclair
given out of her pin money. finally
raised the amount subscribed to $3.50.
Every one present felt that he had sub
scribed more than he could afford. Du-
four, who regarded the whole affair as
an interference with his rights. stood
grimly waiting; the negro trader was
fumbling with bis hat; the father and
mother of the child, who were uncon-
scious of his and their peril, looked ON
with an agonized suspense. Al
ice Sinclair spoke:
"Mr. Dufour. will you not give some
thing?"
Dufour scowled. II must have $500
tomorrow. Less will not serve" he
said.
Then the negro trade arose and
spoke: II know nothin' Is expected
from me, a niger trader. I'm used to
buyin' into families. and I've nothin'
to do with other families as long as ]
must take care of my own. It's my
own family that moves me now. Last
summer me and my wife had a boy. We
hain't got him now. We haint got an!
children at all. 1 come away from
home on this trip a-purpOse to git rid
of Christmas. I wouldn't be there for
no money. seem my boy can be there
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