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crop just out of the ground and a bit of 

 wood on the right, and a swamp with a splen- 

 did display of white water-lilies on the left, 

 and had begun to ascend the gentle slope, 

 I met a man of considerably more than 

 seventy-four years. 



** Can you tell me just where the Murat 

 place is ? " I inquired. 



He grinned broadly, and thought he could. 

 He was one of the old Murat servants, as 

 his father had been before him. " I was 

 borned on to him," he said, speaking of the 

 Prince. Murat was " a gentleman, sah." 

 That was a statement which it seemed im- 

 possible for him to repeat often enough. 

 He spoke from a slave's point of view. Mu- 

 rat was a good master. The old man had 

 heard him say that he kept servants " for 

 the like of the thing." He didn't abuse 

 them. -He "never was for barbarizing a 

 poor colored person at all." Whipping? 

 Oh, yes. " He did n't miss your fault. No, 

 sah, he did n't miss your fault." But his 

 servants never were " ironed." He " did n't 

 believe in barbarousment." 



The old man was thankful to be free ; but 

 to his mind emancipation had not made 



