Kentucky -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Slavery -- United States -- Fiction
"No," she said, "not so far as I am concerned." And after a pause she
asked: "What's your object in sending Bob over to school at Layfield?"
"To learn something, of course."
"But why can't he go to school at home? Can't he learn something here?"
"We have had a teacher for him here and he has done no good."
"Yes, but can't you send him to school at the Academy in town?"
"I could do it, of course, but I would rather have him go away. It will
make him more important in his own estimation--will give him more
confidence in himself."
"Is Dan going with him?"
"Oh, I knew what you were driving at. Yes," he almost shouted, "Dan is
going with him."
"I don't see why. Why not send Sam with him?'"
"Madam, is it necessary to explain to you that Dan is the
property--property--"
"I know all about that. But they are too much like companions, and will
study together."
He looked hard at her. "Study together? And what of that?"
"I don't want a child of mine studying with a negro. He has no business
to study. He knows enough already! Educate him and he will be of no
account on the face of the earth. I never knew it to fail. Mason had an
educated negro, and what became of him? He ran away and went north and
told a pack of lies about the people in this State, about the cruelties
he had suffered, and the abolition papers are still harping on it."
"Yes, that's all true enough," said Old Master, "but in Dan's case
it will be different. He is not likely to pick up much learning, and
besides he's grateful. He'll never run away."
"I have been thinking," she said, "that we might--"
"Might do what?" Master snapped before she had finished.
"Well, you know how much the doctor desires that boy. Why not let him--"
"Madam!" Master thundered, "don't you know that the boy belongs to Bob?
How long will it take you to learn that? Must I keep forever dinging it
into your ears?"
"Well, you needn't get mad about it."
"That's true, and I beg your pardon. But just let me manage it, if you
please. I believe you said yesterday that our carriage is getting too
old for you to ride about in?"
"Yesterday? I have talked about it for the past year!"
"Yes, so you have. Well, you may go to Louisville yourself and select
one to suit you."
That night I told Bob that we were going off to school together, and we
grabbed each other in our glee.
CHAPTER VII.
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