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"I guess that's right," he said. "Now there's Harr'et I've lived with Harr'et a good many year." Uncle William nodded. "She come from Digby way, didn't she?" "Northeast o' Digby. And some days I feel as if I wa'n't even acquainted with her." Uncle William chuckled. Andy glanced at the sun. "I must be gettin' home. It's supper-time." His gaze sought the ridge-pole.
"Me, I was sol' to Marse Harrison Hogg over in Simpson when I was 'bout six years old, and Marse Hogg, he turn right 'roun', and sol' me an' sister Harr'et an' brother John nex' day for fo' thousan'. Two thousan' fo' John, 'cause he's older an' bigger, an' a thousan' fo' Harr'et an' me. Miss Annie an' Marse Elbert Bell bought us. "Marse Elbert had three mo' sides us makin' six.
So there's a dollar and a half clear gain." Andrew's eyes narrowed to the dollar and a half and fed on it awhile. "I shall hev to ask Harr'et," he said. "Now, I wouldn't ask Harriet." Uncle William spoke soothingly. "She don't agree with you and me a good many times Harriet don't." Andrew admitted it. He chewed awhile in silence. "You'll give me a mortgage?" he said at last. The tone was crafty.
"I was goin' to ask you to lend me a hunderd, Andy." Andy wriggled a little. "You don't hev to go," he said feebly. "If he needs me, I'll have to. I ain't ever been needed much livin' alone so. You don't know how 't is. You have somebody to need you. Harriet needs you " "Lord, yes, Harr'et needs me. Don't doubt she needs me this minute pail o' water or suthin'." Andrew chuckled gloomily.
I don't suppose I could afford to buy it of ye " The artist's face lighted. "Do you want it?" "Harr'et might," cautiously, "if 't wa'n't too high. She's got an easel for it. She al'ays cal'ated to have me done, and she'd got as fur as the easel." His eye returned almost wistfully to the canvas. "Willum says it's a good likeness." He spoke with a kind of dubious pride. "It is good."
If I gits out o' grub, I catches me a ride to town, an' I comes back wid de grub. "De good Lawd, he don't forgit me." Mississippi Federal Writers Slave Autobiographies "My name's James Singleton. I'se a Baptist preacher. I was born in 1856, but I doan know zactly what date. My mammy was Harr'et Thompson.
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