HOW JUNE FOUND MASSA LINKUM. 85

camp-meeting hymn that she had heard Creline sing some-
times. She never understood the words, but the music came
back like a dream.. She wondered if Massa Linkum ever
heard it. She thought he looked like it. She should like to
lie there all night and listen to it; and then in the morning
they would go on and find him, — in the morning; it would
come very soon.

The twilight deepened, and the night came on. The rain
fell faster, and the sharp wind cried aloud.

“It ’s—bery cold,’ said June, sleepily, and turned her
face over to hide it on the kitten’s warm, soft fur. ‘ Goo’
night, Hungry. We ’ll git dar to-morrer. We’s mos’ dar,
Hungry.”

Hungry curled up close to her cold, wet cheek, — Hungry
did not care how black it was,— with a happy, answering
mew ; but June said nothing more.

The rain fell faster, and the sharp wind cried aloud. The
kitten woke from a nap, and purred for her to stir and
speak ; but June said nothing more.

Still the rain fell, and the wind cried ; and the long night
and the storm and the darkness passed, and the morning
came.

Hungry stirred under June’s arm, and licked her face, and
mewed piteously at her ear. But June’s arm lay still, and
June said no word.

Somewhere, in a land where there was never slave and
never mistress, where there were no more hungry days and