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Title: The blue and the gray, or, The Civil War as seen by a boy : a story of patriotism and adventure in our war for the Union
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: White, Annie Randall
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Contributing Library: State Library of North Carolina, Government & Heritage Library
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tink itmade him ugly. He was a likely boy. Wy, massa used toclar if he want so stubbon, jess like one of our plantation mules,he wouldnt take de price of two boys for him, for he couldhoe and pick mo cotton dan any mount of boys. His skin was as shiny as desatin in Missusdress, and dark,and he was talllike de poplartrees, and strongand big. Joe.-- ■ - 1 ubbed me inS& dose days. Ralph lookedat her wonder-ingly. Here wasa new thought.Did those un-couth black folkscare for eachother as white people did? Were they capable of attachments? She wasalmost hideous—had she ever been young? A tear rolled down Aunt Judahs withered cheek, and sheseemed to be looking far away. She was silent so long thatRalph began to be impatient to get back to camp with his knap-sack full of good things. Well, auntie, where is Joe now? He must be pretty oldby this time. A solemn look stole over her features, and looking up towhere the blue sky showed through the chinks in the little cabinroof, she said—
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A TYPICAL COLORED BOY WHERE IS JOE ? 81 In Heben, I bleeve. Oh, honey, it makes my heartheaby eben now, and offen and offen de tears dey makes myold eyes burn. Many a day Ise asked my hebenly Fader wharon dis big yarth my Joe was, but it must hab been wicked furme to ask de Great King anyting bout a po cullered boy, furI neber had any answer. But Joe was a powerful hansum boy, debest one on deplantation. How did hedie? Die? I didntspress my piniondat he was dead.I has looked longfor Joe, and I mosknows he must begone up above, for jhe lubbed me andhe lubbed de littlemissie—de little ifdaisy, Missie Flos- jsie. She was deonly one whocould bring himout of his tantar-ums, fer po Joedid hab spells,when he was ugly. Massa Steve—he owned us bof—I members dat daywell; it was a sunshiny day, de yarth was all carpeted wid deshort, green grass, and de flowers filled de whole land wid deirsweetness. It was so bright my heart was singing a song, andMissus Flora wanted to be druv to town to

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