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White man hart by this time recovered his tongue: “Want? 1 want to go on of course. That was my pass.”“Can’t help it,” replied Zoo ; “it says pass the beiinr, and the bearer is already passed. You can’t get two men through I his picket oil one man’s pass.Mr. V. rellectcd a moment, glanced at the bayonet in front of him, and then called out to Ids black man to come back. Sambo approached cautiously, but fell back in confusion when the “shooting-stick” was brandished towanls his own breaxt.“Where’s your pass, sirrah?” asked Zoo-zoo.“llere, massa,” said the chattel, presenting the same one lie bad received from the gent in thecarriage.“Won’t do,” replied the holder ot the bayonet. “That passes you to Fairfax. Can’t let any one come from Fairfax 011 that ticket. Move on.” A stamp of the foot sent Sambo down the road at a baud gallop.“Now, sir, if you stay here any longer 1 shall take you under arrest to headquarters,” lie eon. tinned., Air. V. grabbed up his lines, wheeled around and went off at the best trot his horses eouhl manage over the “sacred soil.” Whether Sambo ever hunted his master up is not known.
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Connecticut Press
Hartford, Connecticut, US
Sat, Aug 10, 1861
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