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it had been brought as usual : accordingly, when I 

 visited him the next morning, he bade the doctoress 

 tell me that massa had send him no soup the 

 night before. This was the first notice that he 

 had ever taken of me. I promised that some 

 soup should be ordered for him on purpose that 

 evening. Could he fancy any thing to eat then ? — 

 " Milk ! milk ! " So milk was sent to him, and he 

 drank two full calabashes of it. I then tried him 

 with an egg, which he also got down ; and at night, 

 by spoonfuls at a time, he finished the whole bason 

 of soup ; but when I next came to see him, and he 

 wished to thank me, the words in which he thought 

 he could comprise most gratitude were bidding the 

 doctoress tell me he would do his best not to die 

 yet ; he promised to Jight hard for it. He is now 

 quite out of danger, and seems really to be grateful. 

 When he was sometimes too weak to speak, on my 

 leaving the room he would drag his hand to his 

 mouth with difficulty, and kiss it three or four 

 times to bid me farewell ; and once, when the doc- 

 toress mentioned his having charged her to tell me 

 that he owed his recovery to the good food that I 

 had sent him, he added, " And him kind words too, 

 massa ; kind words do neger much good, much as 

 good food." In my visits to the old man, I ob- 

 served a young woman nursing him with an infant 

 in her arms, which (as they told me) was her own, 

 by Cudjoe. I therefore supposed her to be his 

 wife : but I found that she belonged to a brown 



