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help ; and he got a little worse and a little worse, and after a long time he went out of his head, and wouldn't let me come anigh him, any more, and said if I chalked his raft he'd kill me, and no end of wild foolishness like that, and I see I couldn't do anything at all with him ; so I says, 1 got to have help, somehow; and the minute I says it, out crawls this nigger from somewheres, and says he'll help, and he done it, too, and done it very well. Of course I judged he must be a runaway nigger, and there I was ! and there I had to stick, right straight along all the rest of the day, and all night. It was a fix, I tell you ! I had a couple of patients with the chills, and of course I'd of liked to run up to town and see them, but I dasn't, because the nigger might get away, and then I'd be to blame ; and yet never a skiff come close enough for me to hail. So there I had to stick, plumb till daylight this morning ; and I never see a nigger that was a better nuss or faithfuller, and yet he was res king his freedom to do it, and was all tired out, too, and I
THE DOCTOR SrEAKS FOR JIM.
see plain enough he'd been worked
main hard, lately. I liked the nigger for that; I tell you, gentlemen, a nigger like that is worth a thousand dollars—and kind treatment, too. I had everything I needed, and the boy was doing as well there as he would a done at home —better, maybe, because it was so quiet; but there I was, with both of 'm on my hands ; and there I had to stick, till about dawn this morning ; then some men in a skiff come by, and as good luck would have it, the nigger was setting by the pallet witn his head propped on his knees, sound asleep; so I motioned them in, quiet, and they slipped up on him and grabbed him and tied him before he
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