masr's

Updated: May 15, 2025

Den I jes swore rite up, Miss rite into dat Masr's face an' eyes 'I'm neber gwine to hab no more chilun, an' he says to me, 'Matt, you got to do jes as I say, an' I swear agin, an' he cuss and swear, an' then, I got sich a floggin' Miss, but I didn't keer, an' I would never done as dat man sed, an' I 'spected to die, but a New Orleans trader cum dat way, an' I was sold, and Mas'r Sumner said, de las' thing, 'You'll get killed now, Matt. 'All right, Mas'r, I sed, 'de Lord is a waitin' an' He's a good fren, too, an' off I went.

Martha Lewis Beckwith Ewell - The Harvest of Years