This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 edition. Excerpt: ... little fellow, and he has fainted, that's all.' And my good Mas'r looked into his boy's face while we tried to restore him. Oh! with such looks; they made my heart ache. "' Quick, doctor, ' he cried, 'he will soon be all right.' "The doctor came to the side of the sofa, and just opened the bosom of the little ...
Read More
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 edition. Excerpt: ... little fellow, and he has fainted, that's all.' And my good Mas'r looked into his boy's face while we tried to restore him. Oh! with such looks; they made my heart ache. "' Quick, doctor, ' he cried, 'he will soon be all right.' "The doctor came to the side of the sofa, and just opened the bosom of the little lace shirt; he pointed to a round blue mark on his breast about the size of half a dollar. Directly Mas'r saw it he cried out with such an exceeding bitter cry, and rushed from the room. "' What is it?' whispered the company. "' Lightning!' said the doctor, in a low voice. "We left off chafing the dear little hands, and carried him to his own room, where some watched, while others attended to dear Missis. Before morning poor Missis had another son born; but she never saw her new baby; she never spoke after they laid her in her bed; and when, to comfort Mas'r, we took the motherless young thing to him, he cared nothing for it: he would not even look at it. His Geoffrey was dead, and his wife was dead, and we could get no words from him about anything that was to be done; but he sat with his head on his hands, rocking himself backwards and forwards, and moaning in his great misery. Oh! Parson, it was a sad, sad wedding-day; none of us could ever forget that day till the day of our death. "Before a week was over, Mas'r had locked up the house, sold all the slaves, left me to take care of the new little piccanini, and sailed for England. He made me promise never to let a foot cross the threshold which had been last trodden by the feet of those who bore the body of his dead son, until he came again, or sent me word; and he himself locked up every room, with all the things--the flowers, the fruit, just as they were...
Read Less
Choose your shipping method in Checkout. Costs may vary based on destination.
Seller's Description:
PLEASE NOTE, WE DO NOT SHIP TO DENMARK. New Book. Shipped from UK in 4 to 14 days. Established seller since 2000. Please note we cannot offer an expedited shipping service from the UK.
