The loving relations between me and Mas' Tommy were broken up.
Give my love to Mas'r, and dear good Missis, and everybody in the place!
Mas'r and Tom pelted the poor drowning creature with stones.
I'd rather go to torment, and get away from Mas'r and Missis.
Mas'r Haley 's a-restin' at the tavern; he's drefful fatigued, Missis.
"Good-by, Mas'r George," said Tom, looking fondly and admiringly at him.
Just then a negro boy entered, and announced that Mas'r's room was ready.
We buy tickets of her Mas'r, and she gives us bread for 'em.
I'll stay with Mas'r as long as he wants me,—so as I can be any use.
And Mas' Meppom was right, for about a year ahtawuds he died, poor man!