4~: ~


	Cieve opened de door .

	01e ~Aarse tole hirn to pack Lissa‘s clothes, dathe was takin‘ her to Sauf F,ostonc‘ie next da7 to sell her on de blocks

	Cieve fell on his luees an‘ t~un to plead. He knew 01e Marse WUZS11 TWIne take Lissa to no Souf Boston; he was gwine take her way off an‘ lie wouldn‘ never see her no more. He beg an‘ promise Marse
	~c	r
Drev~ to be ~7ood an‘ do anythinp he say~do if he just leave him Lissa, dat shevas his wife an‘ he love her; Eut Marse Drew hit him

‘cross de face	wid his whip, cuttin.‘ his lip in half, den he went .~ Lissats
over‘ mL‘ felt or &ec~c arr~s an‘ legs like she might have been a hose.

.	K!len he done goneCleve went over an‘ set down by Lissa an‘

took her han‘. ~ Lissé ‘gim to cry, den she jumped up an‘ ‘menced to take down her clothes hangin‘ on de wall. ~

	Cieve watched her for a while, den he made up his mm‘ he gwine do s~tmoin‘, dat she aintt gwine be took away from hirn. He say: t~Quit dat, Lissa, leave dem clothes alone. You ain~t gwine leav€ me, you ain‘t gwine nowhare, hearme?‘ Den he tole her to rna~e w; a hot fire while he bring in de wash pot. He brung In de big iron pot an‘ set it On de hearth spi raked dc red coals all . ‘roan‘ it, den he filled itwid water. While it was heatin‘ he went to de door an‘~ looked outs De ~ done eone down a& night was crowdinr de hills ‚ pushin‘ ~ but of sight . By daylight dat white
~flan wou~j~ be comfñ‘ after Lissa~	~ .	. .	. .	. ~ .	...

. .	Clevel&arn ~ed ~ at Lissa. SheHwasst*ndint
	‚	~tt,de ~	.	~ ~
brat light*o8 knots showed de tears droppiri‘ off h~r cheeks.
~	. . . . . .	. . .	.‚ . . ~	.	. . . ‚
b bitt‘