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4 Wife Why Tom if you dont bestow yourself. We shall be ruined - no one to look after the corn & cotton. You must go into the field & help to pick cotton Tom (With a Sigh) Madam! See what what a state I'm in. Exertion will bring back my chills, & if I get wet I shall be laid up God only knows for how long There are Negros

     enough for our crop.

Wife But if they are not looked after & an example set them we shall not pick cotton enough to pay Mr __ for our Groceries & You know we owe him all our stock - Come go

   to pay  I'll send you mush & klabber to the field

Tom (muttery & complaining of his lot) Well I'll go to to the field, tho' I very weak

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