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| Arrived in America, Jan finds that to make a living he has to work just as hard as he did back in Sussex and that he can find no one to give him sympathy, help or trustworthy information, nor can he find any Dollar Trees. In search of these he goes south, where he is offered a job as a whipwielding driver of field slaves and when, indignantly, he turns it down he is so savagely beaten for his refusal that he has to be taken into a hospital. Whilst there, walking wounded, he chances upon a slave auction and sees a man and wife sold separately and parted: (I though ov my poor Mother too, An foaced to goo where nubbedy knows, Agin she hugg’s her liddle boy, Says I to one, “Is dis de way He gruff’d, “What don’t ya like it much?” “Uf I was well I’d goo an crack Wud dat dey all cum flockin roun, Dey sed uf I want shortly off “What! Sell poor men – an women too, I’m blowed when I git back agin, To Brighton I wull surely goo, She’s wessels, an she soagers too, |
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