she would have to suffer if she was captured. When he had told her story it had just got into Jim’s head that she was a negro, and he exclaimed, “It’s a nagur ye would bring here, is it? I’ll have none of it! It’s the same that’s coming here in swarms if they make Linkin and that other nagur President; and won’t they work for nothing, and then the poor folks can get no work? and was n’t that what the man said at the Dimicrat meeting up there to Lockport?—and they are coming already, are they? No, no, away wid ’em! ”When Jimmy had given vent to his feelings and his fears, Dennis said, “I will tell you a short story. You know I came over here twenty-five years ago, and left Mary and her baby to come when I could earn money to send for them. Well, I was sick on the ship, and when I landed in New York I was sick, and had no money and noplace to go to. I wandered in the streets too sick to work or to eat, and after a while I think I lost my senses, for I awoke one morning and could n’t imagine where I was. After a while a woman spoke to me and said, ‘are you better? you will get well and go and see Mary.’ I said, ‘where is Mary?’ She replied, ‘X do n’t know. You have talked about her, and I guess she is away in Ireland.’ She brought some food and I ate a very little. The room was dark, so I had not seen her face; when she brought a light I saw that she was as black as a boot. I should have been frightened, but her voice was sweet, and she spoke so tenderly that I did not mind her looks.
“The woman who saved my life was called Margaret. She had been a slave and escaped, bringing off her little boy. She had found me lying on her door-step, almost dead, taken me in and nursed me into life again. When I was well enough to work she kept me until I found work, and then lent me money to send for Mary and the
