Well, the funeral sermon was very good, but pison long and tiresome;and then the king he shoved in and got off some of his usual rubbage, and at last the job was through, and the undertaker begun to sneak up on the coffin with his screw-driver.I was in a sweat then, and watched him pretty keen.But he never meddled at all; just slid the lid along as soft as mush, and screwed it down tight and fast.So there I was! I didn't know whether the money was in there or not.So, says I, s'pose somebody has hogged that bag on the sly? -- now how do I know whether to write to Mary Jane or not?

S'pose she dug him up and didn't find nothing, what would she think of me? Blame it, I says, I might get hunted up and jailed; I'd better lay low and keep dark, and not write at all; the thing's awful mixed now; trying to better it, I've worsened it a hundred times, and I wish to goodness I'd just let it alone, dad fetch the whole business!

They buried him, and we come back home, and I went to watching faces again -- I couldn't help it, and I couldn't rest easy.But nothing come of it; the faces didn't tell me nothing.

The king he visited around in the evening, and sweetened everybody up, and made himself ever so friendly; and he give out the idea that his congregation over in England would be in a sweat about him, so he must hurry and settle up the estate right away and leave for home.He was very sorry he was so pushed, and so was everybody; they wished he could stay longer, but they said they could see it couldn't be done.And he said of course him and William would take the girls home with them; and that pleased everybody too, because then the girls would be well fixed and amongst their own relations;and it pleased the girls, too -- tickled them so they clean forgot they ever had a trouble in the world; and told him to sell out as quick as he wanted to, they would be ready.Them poor things was that glad and happy it made my heart ache to see them getting fooled and lied to so, but Ididn't see no safe way for me to chip in and change the general tune.

Well, blamed if the king didn't bill the house and the niggers and all the property for auction straight off -- sale two days after the funeral;but anybody could buy private beforehand if they wanted to.

So the next day after the funeral, along about noontime, the girls'

joy got the first jolt.A couple of nigger traders come along, and the king sold them the niggers reasonable, for three-day drafts as they called it, and away they went, the two sons up the river to Memphis, and their mother down the river to Orleans.I thought them poor girls and them niggers would break their hearts for grief; they cried around each other, and took on so it most made me down sick to see it.The girls said they hadn't ever dreamed of seeing the family separated or sold away from the town.I can't ever get it out of my memory, the sight of them poor miserable girls and niggers hanging around each other's necks and crying; and I reckon I couldn't a stood it all, but would a had to bust out and tell on our gang if I hadn't knowed the sale warn't no account and the niggers would be back home in a week or two.

The thing made a big stir in the town, too, and a good many come out flatfooted and said it was scandalous to separate the mother and the children that way.It injured the frauds some; but the old fool he bulled right along, spite of all the duke could say or do, and I tell you the duke was powerful uneasy.

Next day was auction day.About broad day in the morning the king and the duke come up in the garret and woke me up, and I see by their look that there was trouble.The king says: