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(from "Uncle Tom's Cabin")
One rainy afternoon a traveller stopped at the door of a small country hotel, in a village in Kentucky [ken´tAkI].
The newcomer was a short stout man, carefully dressed, with a round, good-natured face.
"What's that?" he said, noticing that some of the guests had formed a group around a large advertisement.
"Nigger advertised," said one of the group.
Mr Wilson [´wIlsn] (for that was the gentleman's name) took out his glasses and fixed them on his nose. Then he read:
"Ran away my mulatto boy, George. Said George six feet in height, a very light mulatto, brown curly hair, is very intelligent, speaks handsomely, can read and write, has been branded on his right hand with the letter H.
"I will give four hundred dollars for him alive, and the same sum for reliable proof that he has been killed."
The old gentleman read this advertisement from end to end, in a low voice. Then he said aloud:
"The boy described here is a fine fellow. He worked for me six years or so at my factory, and he was my best hand. He invented a good machine - a really valuable one. His master holds the patent of it."
"To be sure," said another man in the group, "he holds it and makes money out of it and at the same time he brands the boy on his right hand. If I had a chance, I'd mark him so that he'd carry it for a long time."
