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He was very busily intent at this moment on a slate lying before him, on which he was carefully and slowly endeavoring to accomplish a copy of some let- ters, in which operations he was overlooked by young Mas’r George, a smart, bright boy of thirteen, who appeared fully to realize the dignity of his position as instructor. “Not that way, Uncle Tom,- not that way,” said he, briskly, as Uncle Tom labo- riously brought up the tall of his g the wrong side out; “that makes a q, you see.” “La sakes, now, does it?” said Uncle Tom, looking with a respectful, admiring air, as his young teacher flourishingly scrawled q’s and g’s innumerable for his edification: and then, taking the pencil in his big, heavy fingers, he patiently re- commenced. “How easy white folks al’us does things!” said Aunt Chloe, pausing while she was greasing a griddle with a scrap of bacon on her fork, and regarding young Master George with pride. “The way he can write, now! and read too! and then to come out here evenings and read his lessons to us,- it’s mighty interestin’!” “But, Aunt Chloe, I’m getting mighty hungry,” said George. “Isn’t that cake in the skillet almost done?” “’Mose done, Mas’r George,” said Aunt Chloe, lifting the lid and peeping in,- “ browning beautiful-a real lovely brown. Ah! let me alone for dat. Missis let Sally try to make some cake, t’other day, jes to larn her, she said. ‘O, go ‘way, |
