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Scud. I'm 'most afraid to take Wahnotee to the shed, there's rum there. Hello! I've got engaged eight hundred bales at the next landing, and one hundred hogsheads of sugar at Patten's Slide---that'll take my guards under---hurry up thar. When George asks why, Zoe explains that she is an octoroon, and the law prevents a white man from marrying anyone with the smallest black heritage. EnterPete,with lantern, andScudder,with note book,R. Scud. M'Closky. 2, the yellow girl Grace, with two children---Saul, aged four, and Victoria five." I hope it will turn out better than most of my notions. [Inside room.] Am I late? Scud. Zoe. Scud. This lynch law is a wild and lawless proceeding. Pete. Lafouche. Come, Miss Dora, let me offer you my arm. It makes my blood so hot I feel my heart hiss. She has had the education of a lady. Paul. Solon. [*Takes fan from*Minnie.] Aunt, when he died, two years ago, I read over those letters of his, and if I didn't cry like a baby---. Says he'll go if I'll go with him. Don't b'lieve it, Mas'r George; dem black tings never was born at all; dey swarmed one mornin' on a sassafras tree in the swamp: I cotched 'em; dey ain't no 'count. It concerns the residents of a Louisiana plantation called Terrebonne, and sparked debates about the abolition of slavery and the role of theatre in politics. What more d'ye want---ain't that proof enough? Stealing a lantern, he sets fire to the steamship that had the slaves on board. Stop, here's dem dishes---plates---dat's what he call 'em, all fix: I see Mas'r Scudder do it often---tink I can take likeness---stay dere, Wahnotee. Ya! No; but I loved you so, I could not bear my fate; and then I stood your heart and hers. Every word of it, Squire. The Octoroon is appropriately considered a sensation drama, though it received the label retrospectively. Missey Zoe! Don't be a fool; they'd kill you, and then take her, just as soon as---stop; Old Sunnyside, he'll buy her! Scud. [Rises.] M'Closky. Hush! she would revolt from it, as all but you would; and if I consented to hear the cries of my heart, if I did not crush out my infant love, what would she say to the poor girl on whom she had bestowed so much? Pete. The poetry and the songs that you are suppose to write, I believe are in your heart. No---no. Top, sar! You will not give me to that man? Sunny. Darn me, if I couldn't raise thirty thousand on the envelope alone, and ten thousand more on the post-mark. McClosky intercepts a young slave boy, Paul, who is bringing a mailbag to the house which contains a letter from one of Judge Peyton's old debtors. Fifteen thousand. he does not know, he does not know! He is incapable of any but sincere and pure feelings---so are you. The New York Times noted 'its striking merits as a sensational drama' Hold on! Scud. M'Closky. O, forgive him and me! Are they? M'Closky. I know then that the boy was killed with that tomahawk---the red-skin owns it---the signs of violence are all round the shed---this apparatus smashed---ain't it plain that in a drunken fit he slew the boy, and when sober concealed the body yonder? One hundred thousand bid for this mag---. Paul. He and Zoe admit to their love of each other; a heartbroken Dora leaves. Scud. is this true?---no, it ain't---darn it, say it ain't. *EnterThibodeauxand*Sunnyside,R.U.E. Thibo. M'Closky. Search him, we may find more evidence. black as nigger; clar as ice. That's a challenge to begin a description of my feminine adventures. Top, you varmin! Yah! Nebber mind, sar, we bring good news---it won't spile for de keeping. I'll see you round the estate. You thought you had cornered me, did ye? Adam had a job, a place to live, and food that he could provide for his woman. No, Injiun; we deal out justice here, not revenge. Yes, for I'd rather be black than ungrateful! Zoe. Seeking 2 Actor Team for Spring You see how easily I have become reconciled to my fate---so it will be with you. I had but one Master on earth, and he has given me my freedom! Hold your tongue---it must. Sunny. Yours, &c, James Brown." What you's gwine to do, missey? Pete. George. Scud. I couldn't bear to see him put to work. Grace. You got dat bottle of rum hid under your blanket---gib it up now, you---Yar! We'll hire out our slaves, and live on their wages. Farewell, Dora. Mrs. Pey. As I swam down, I thought I heard something in the water, as if pursuing me---one of them darned alligators, I suppose---they swarm hereabout---may they crunch every limb of ye! Mrs. P.Wahnotee, will you go back to your people? [They approach again.]. Then, as I knelt there, weeping for courage, a snake rattled beside me. Dat's what her soul's gwine to do. I want Pete here a minute. [*To*Wahnotee.] Hold on a bit, I get you de bottle. He sleeps---no; I see a light. George. But the creditors will not claim the gal? The buyers gather to take away the slaves they have purchased on a steamship. | Sitemap |. What's de charge, Mas'r Scudder? But don't mount to nuffin---kin work cannel. Make bacon of me, you young whelp. I felt it---and how she can love! George, you may without a blush confess your love for the Octoroon! In cash? Pete. The auctioneer arrives, along with prospective buyers, McClosky among them. Scud. Burn, burn! Look in my eyes; is not the same color in the white? side.---A table and chairs,R.C. Gracediscovered sitting at breakfast-table with Children. But dis ain't all. The list of your slaves is incomplete---it wants one. And so you really kept those foolish letters? Zoe. Dora. [Raises hand to back of his neck.] Zoe. Lafouche. I never killed a man in my life---and civilization is so strong in me I guess I couldn't do it---I'd like to, though! Give us evidence. No, no! Now, Mr. George, between the two overseers, you and that good old lady have come to the ground; that is the state of things, just as near as I can fix it. Good morning, Mr. Sunnyside; Miss Dora, your servant. Wahnotee appears, drunk and sorrowful, and tells them that Paul is buried near them. Scud. George, leave me! Work! Ratts. Point. George. Scud. Didn't I? But now I guess it will arrive too late---these darned U. S. mails are to blame. If you want a quarrel---. Ah! Yes---me and Co.---we done it; but, as you were senior partner in the concern, I reckon you got the big lick. Zoe. I hope I'm not intruding. My dear husband never kept any accounts, and we scarcely know in what condition the estate really is. Just turn your face a leetle this way---fix your---let's see---look here. Scud. Judge, my friend. Only three of his plays were to have an American setting, The Octoroon is one of these. things have got so jammed in on top of us, we ain't got time to put kid gloves on to handle them. Scud. O, that's it, is it? Why don't he return to his nation out West? Zoe, bring here the judge's old desk; it is in the library. or say the word, and I'll buy this old barrack, and you shall be mistress of Terrebonne. George. You are illegitimate, but love knows no prejudice. [Re-enters with phial.] a slave! What? where am I? Sunny. Zoe. He said so. I shall do so if you weep. No; but you, aunty, you are wise---you know every plant, don't you, and what it is good for? He stood gazing in wonder at her work-basket as if it was something extraordinary. *], [Light fires.---Draw flats and discoverPaul'sgrave.---M'Closky*dead on top of it.---Wahnoteestanding triumphantly over him.*]. Thar's Miss Dora---that girl's in love with you; yes, sir, her eyes are startin' out of her head with it; now her fortune would redeem a good part of this estate. The men begin to call for McClosky to be lynched, but Scudder convinces them to send him to jail instead. Debbel's in de pail! Pete. George reluctantly agrees. Where am I to get it? Wahnotee Patira na sepau assa wigiran. (p. 221) Daniel J. Siegel. All hands aboard there---cut the starn ropes---give her headway! That's his programme---here's a pocket-book. Yes, we do, ma'am; it's in a darned bad condition. George. O, none for me; I never eat. Mrs. P.Why, George, I never suspected this! George. I'm afraid they must be right; I can't understand a word of all this. Zoe, you are suffering---your lips are white---your cheeks are flushed. Some of those sirens of Paris, I presume, [Pause.] Poor little Paul---poor little nigger! [*To*Zoe.] Scud. Scud. EnterZoe,L.U.E.,very pale, and stands on table.---M'Closkyhitherto has taken no interest in the sale, now turns his chair. O, you horrible man! The eye of the Eternal was on you---the blessed sun in heaven, that, looking down, struck upon this plate the image of the deed. Scud. [Pours out.] Is that you, Mr. Overseer? Scud. How came they in your possession? The Octoroon Important Quotes 1. Fifty against one! I want you to buy Terrebonne. Jackson. In an act of desperation she drinks a vial of poison, and Scudder enters to deliver the good news that McClosky was proven guilty of murdering Paul and that Terrebonne now belongs to George. Mrs. P.I cannot find the entry in my husband's accounts; but you, Mr. M'Closky, can doubtless detect it. M'Closky. Paul. You can bet I'm going to make this . So we believe; and so mad are the folks around, if they catch the red-skin they'll lynch him sure. Jacobs-Jenkins reframes Boucicault's play using its original characters and plot, speaking much of Boucicault's dialogue, and critiques its portrayal of race using Brechtian devices. He who can love so well is honest---don't speak ill of poor Wahnotee. Mrs. P.O, sir, I don't value the place for its price, but for the many happy days I've spent here; that landscape, flat and uninteresting though it may be, is full of charm for me; those poor people, born around me, growing up about my heart, have bounded my view of life; and now to lose that homely scene, lose their black, ungainly faces; O, sir, perhaps you should be as old as I am, to feel as I do, when my past life is torn away from me. Two hundred and forty-nine times! me! [Aside.] if I stop here, I shall hug her right off. Captain, you've loaded up here until the boat is sunk so deep in the mud she won't float. Gentlemen, I believe none of us have two feelings about the conduct of that man; but he has the law on his side---we may regret, but we must respect it. Point. Scud. [M'Closky*strikes him on the head---he falls dead.*]. Jackson. [*Seeing*Dora.] I shall knock it down to the Squire---going---gone---for one hundred and twenty thousand dollars. Not a bale. George still loves Zoe, telling her: "[T]his knowledge brings no revolt to my heart, and I . His greatest successes however, were on London's stages. George. I daren't move fear to spile myself. I think so; shall I ask him that too? [*Exit*Mrs. Peyton*and*George,L.U.E.] A slave! Be the first to contribute! Mr. Peyton! She nebber was 'worth much 'a dat nigger. Scud. What, sar! Scud. Zoe, must we immolate our lives on her prejudice? I'm broke, Solon---I can't stop the Judge. George. Take your hand down---take it down. The word octoroon signifies a person of one-eighth African ancestry. Deborah Blake, I don't think you get to good writing unless you expose yourself and your feelings. EnterPete,R.U.E. [he is lame]; he carries a mop and pail. Hold on, now! *EnterPete, Pointdexter, Jackson, Lafouche,and*Caillou,R.U.E. Pete. Would you rob me first, and murder me afterwards? Squire Sunnyside, you've got a pretty bit o' land, Squire. To-morrow they'll bloom the same---all will be here as now, and I shall be cold. M'Closky. Zoe. Dere's a dish of pen-pans---jess taste, Mas'r George---and here's fried bananas; smell 'em, do, sa glosh. None o' ye ign'rant niggars could cry for yerselves like dat. Scud. *] What a good creature she is. this letter the old lady expects---that's it; let me only head off that letter, and Terrebonne will be sold before they can recover it. Extremely popular, the play was kept running continuously for years by seven road companies. [Returns to table and drinks.]. See here, you imps; if I catch you, and your red skin yonder, gunning in my swamps, I'll give you rats, mind; them vagabonds, when the game's about, shoot my pigs. You may drink dat, Mas'r George. Scud. George. Peyton.] You made her life too happy, and now these tears will be. Dat's right, missus! Zoe. Go on, Colonel. Here you are, in the very attitude of your crime! Dat's me---yer, I'm comin'---stand around dar. Zoe. That Indian is a nuisance. M'Closky. Zoe, they shall not take you from us while I live. You love George; you love him dearly; I know it: and you deserve to be loved by him. He didn't ought to bid against a lady. how sad she looks now she has no resource. I thought I heard the sound of a paddle in the water. [Tableaux.]. It was that rascal M'Closky---but he got rats, I avow---he killed the boy, Paul, to rob this letter from the mail-bags---the letter from Liverpool you know---he sot fire to the shed---that was how the steamboat got burned up. Zoe. I left that siren city as I would have left a beloved woman. [*Exit*Thibodeaux, Sunnyside, Ratts, Pointdexter, Grace, Jackson, Lafouche, Caillou, Solon,R.U.E. Scud. ya! O, here, do you know what annuity the old judge left you is worth to-day? George, George, your words take away my breath! ah! [ExitMrs. PeytonandSunnysideto house. Your own Zoe, that loves you, aunty, so much, so much.---[Gets phial.] Mrs. P.Sellyourself, George! Dora. I got my first tennis racket on my seventh birthday. Yes; you was the first to hail Judge Lynch. It is such scenes as these that bring disgrace upon our Western life. Mrs. P.[R.] No, George; your uncle said to me with his dying breath, "Nellie, never leave Terrebonne," and I never will leave it, till the law compels me. Dora, you are right. Minnie (a Quadroon Slave) Miss Walters. Scud. No, dear. MINNIE played by an African-American actress, a black actress, or an actress of color. While the proceeds of this sale promises to realize less than the debts upon it, it is my duty to prevent any collusion for the depreciation of the property. Stop; this would. I thank Heaven you have not lived to see this day. What, on Terrebonne? my dear, dear father! Let me be sold then, that I may free his name. No, ma'am; here's the plan of it. [*Seizes whip, and holds*Paul. Well, near on five hundred dollars. Now, my culled brethren, gird up your lines, and listen---hold on yer bref---it's a comin. Dora. Mrs. P.You are out early this morning, George. How to End "The Octoroon", John A. Degen, Learn how and when to remove this template message, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=The_Octoroon&oldid=1114317331, This page was last edited on 5 October 2022, at 22:08. Brian Tracy, How you look at a situation is very important, for how you think about a problem may defeat you before you ever do anything about it. Just click the "Edit page" button at the bottom of the page or learn more in the Quotes submission guide. See also Trivia | Goofs | Crazy Credits | Alternate Versions | Connections | Soundtracks Getting Started | Contributor Zone Jacob McClosky, the man who ruined Judge Peyton, has come to inform George and his aunt (who was bequeathed a life interest in the estate) that their land will be sold and their slaves auctioned off separately. Mrs. P.Yes; the firm has recovered itself, and I received a notice two months ago that some settlement might be anticipated. Your birth---I know it. George. here's a bit of leather; [draws out mail-bags] the mail-bags that were lost! I must keep you, Captain, to the eleven hundred. Will she gladly see you wedded to the child of her husband's slave? George. If that old nigger ain't asleep, I'm blamed. Yes, near the quick there is a faint blue mark. Can you take any more? "All right," says the judge, and away went a thousand acres; so at the end of eight years, Jacob M'Closky, Esquire, finds himself proprietor of the richest half of Terrebonne---. Here's a pictur' for a civilized community to afford; yonder, a poor, ignorant savage, and round him a circle of hearts, white with revenge and hate, thirsting for his blood; you call yourselves judges---you ain't---you're a jury of executioners. Point. [Advances.] Closky tue Paul---kill de child with your tomahawk dar; 'twasn't you, no---ole Pete allus say so. O, how d'ye do, sir? Seize him, then! since you arrived! It's surely worth the love that dictated it; here are the papers and accounts. You slew him with that tomahawk; and as you stood over his body with the letter in your hand, you thought that no witness saw the deed, that no eye was on you---but there was, Jacob M'Closky, there was. I bid seven thousand, which is the last dollar this family possesses. Stand around and let me pass---room thar! the bags are mine---now for it!---[Opens mail-bags.] Pete, speak to the red-skin. It is certain, madam; the judge was negligent, and doubtless forgot this small formality. He looked in to see what stopped it, and pulled out a big mortgage. If she ain't worth her weight in sunshine you may take one of my fingers off, and choose which you like. My love! [George*tries to regain his gun;Wahnoteerefuses to give it up;Paul,quietly takes it from him and remonstrates with him.*]. [*ExitScudderand*Mrs. Peyton,R.U.E. George. O, Mas'r Scudder, he didn't cry zackly; both ob his eyes and cheek look like de bad Bayou in low season---so dry dat I cry for him. Yes---when I saw him and Miss Zoe galloping through the green sugar crop, and doing ten dollars' worth of damage at every stride, says I, how like his old uncle he do make the dirt fly. Put your hands on your naked breasts, and let every man as don't feel a real American heart there, bustin' up with freedom, truth, and right, let that man step out---that's the oath I put to ye---and then say, Darn ye, go it! A draft for eighty-five thousand dollars, and credit on Palisse and Co., of New Orleans, for the balance. George. you bomn'ble fry---git out---a gen'leman can't pass for you. What's dat? yes, plenty of 'em; bill of costs; account with Citizens' Bank---what's this? Point. Ha, ha!---[Calls.] Ages 12-17: Camp Broadway Ensemble @ Carnegie Hall. M'Closky. If he would only propose to marry me I would accept him, but he don't know that, and he will go on fooling, in his slow European way, until it is too late. He's going to do an heroic act; don't spile it. Well when I say go, den lift dis rag like dis, see! [Darts between them.] Aunt, I will take my rifle down to the Atchafalaya. The sheriff from New Orleans has taken possession---Terrebonne is in the hands of the law. Herein the true melodramatic hijinks that first defined "The Octoroon" ensue: a young, nouveau plantation owner George (Gardner in whiteface) is trying to save the remnants of his family's. The Octoroon: The Story of the Turpentine Forest (1909) Quotes It looks like we don't have any Quotes for this title yet. Why, Minnie, why don't you run when you hear, you lazy crittur? Zoe. I'm writing about America's relationship to its own history. The world, Zoe, the free struggle of minds and hands, if before me; the education bestowed on me by my dear uncle is a noble heritage which no sheriff can seize; with that I can build up a fortune, spread a roof over the heads I love, and place before them the food I have earned; I will work---. That boy and the Indian have gone down to the landing for the post-bags; they'll idle on the way as usual; my mare will take me across the swamp, and before they can reach the shed, I'll have purified them bags---ne'er a letter shall show this mail. Dora. [*Aside to*Mrs. Zoe, the more I see of George Peyton the better I like him; but he is too modest---that is a very impertinent virtue in a man. Ratts. | About Us Sunny. [Minnie runs off.] I'll see to that. [*ExitM'Closkyand*Pointdexter,R.U.E. Scud. Mr. George, I am afraid, if all we hear is true, you have led a dreadful life in Europe. Cut, cut the rope---I choke---choke!---Ah! Hold on a bit. Well, he gone dar hisself; why, I tink so---'cause we missed Paul for some days, but nebber tout nothin' till one night dat Injiun Wahnotee suddenly stood right dar 'mongst us---was in his war paint, and mighty cold and grave---he sit down by de fire. I can go no farther. One hundred and forty-nine bales. Mrs. P.O, Salem! Mr. Scudder, take us with you---Mr. Peyton is so slow, there's no getting him, on. Were they all born on this estate? the rat's out. Look here, the boy knows and likes me, Judge; let him come my way? George. You killed the boy to steal this letter from the mail-bags---you stole this letter, that the money should not arrive in time to save the Octoroon; had it done so, the lien on the estate would have ceased, and Zoe be free. Zoe. Point. A large table is in theC.,at back. A julep, gal, that's my breakfast, and a bit of cheese. I've seen it, I tell you; and darn it, ma'am, can't you see that's what's been a hollowing me out so---I beg your pardon. here's Mas'r Sunnyside, and Missey Dora, jist drov up. What! Irish - Dramatist December 26, 1822 - September 18, 1890. So! M'Closky. No---in kind---that is, in protection, forbearance, gentleness; in all them goods that show the critters the difference between the Christian and the savage. they call it the Yankee hugging the Creole. What in thunder should I do with you and those devils on board my boat? Dora Sunnyside (only Daughter and Heiress to Sunnyside, a Southern Belle) Mrs. Stoddart. O, dear, has he suddenly come to his senses? Zoe. When Dion Boucicault's tragedy The Octoroon (set on a southern plantation) opened in December of 1859, many viewed the play as sectional propaganda; there was widespread disagreement, however, concerning the side for which the play argued. [*Takes Indian's tomahawk and steals to*Paul. Look at 'em, Jacob, for they are honest water from the well of truth. Forgive him, Dora; for he knew no better until I told him. I appeal against your usurped authority. "But, mister, that ain't my nose." Pete. Scud. Here! Scud. Ratts. Gain full access to show guides, character breakdowns, auditions, monologues and more! Salem Scudder, a kind Yankee, was Judge Peyton's business partner; though he wishes he could save Terrebonne, he has no money. Pete. Pete. Den say de missus, "'Tain't for de land I keer, but for dem poor niggars---dey'll be sold---dat wot stagger me." Come, Mrs. Peyton, take my arm. We must excuse Scudder, friends. I suppose I shall go before long, and I wished to visit all the places, once again, to see the poor people. Ask the color in your face; d'ye think I can't read you, like a book? ], Scud. We've caught this murdering Injiun, and are going to try him. Traduced! [Slowly lowering his whip,] Darn you, red skin, I'll pay you off some day, both of ye. Jacob, your accuser is that picter of the crime---let that speak---defend yourself. Dido. [Enters house.]. [Pause.] The men accuse Wahnotee of the murder, and McClosky calls for him to be lynched. It contains elements of Romanticism and melodrama. But for Heaven's sake go---here comes the crowd. Dora said you were slow; if she could hear you now---. [Brings hammer down.] Silence in the court; stand back, let the gentlemen of the jury retire, consult, and return their verdict. Point. Now's your time.---[Aloud.] Zoe. M'Closky. O, you wanted evidence---you called for proof---Heaven has answered and convicted you. Scud. Hillo! [Exit, with a low, wailing, suffocating cry,L.U.E. *EnterM'Closky, Lafouche, Jackson, Sunnyslde,and*Pointdexter,R.U.E. Point. Five hundred dollars!---[*To*Thibodeaux.] ain't that a pooty gun. Then, if I sink every dollar I'm worth in her purchase, I'll own that Octoroon. Ah! Will ye? I will! Yes, I love you---I did not know it until your words showed me what has been in my heart; each of them awoke a new sense, and now I know how unhappy---how very unhappy I am. Frank Capra, If you wish to achieve worthwhile things in your personal and career life, you must become a worthwhile person in your own self-development. In a few hours that man, my master, will come for me; he has paid my price, and he only consented to let me remain here this one night, because Mrs. Peyton promised to give me up to him to-day. burn! M'Closky. Has not my dear aunt forgotten it---she who had the most right to remember it? Ya! [Zoe*helps her. It was those quiet moments alone when I just hated the person I had become. Mrs. P.[Embracing him.] Mr. M'Closky has bid twenty-five thousand dollars for the Octoroon. George, O, forgive me! Dora. [Draws revolver.] Grace (a Yellow Girl, a Slave) Miss Gimber Dido (the Cook, a Slave) Mrs. Dunn. Burn! Paul and Wahnotee arrive back with the mailbags and play around with the camera. [falls on her knees, with her face in her hands] no---no master, but one. DORA played by a white actress or an actress who can pass as white. Pete. All right, Judge; I thought there was a mistake. Do you want me to stop here and bid for it? Well, that has come out clear, ain't it? Mrs. P.No, George; say you wept like a man. All night, as I fled through the cane-brake, I heard footsteps behind me. Point. I fetch as much as any odder cook in Louisiana. She loves him! *Re-enter*Lafouche,R.,with smashed apparatus. Zoe. And twenty thousand bid. And we all got rich from it, so, you know, there's a benefit from it. why were you not my son---you are so like my dear husband. Zoe. Mr. George is in love with Zoe. Ugh! He's yours, Captain Ratts, Magnolia steamer. Mrs. Claiborne Miss Clinton. Why, with principal and interest this debt has been more than doubled in twenty years. All Rights Reserved. He don't understand; he speaks a mash-up of Indian and Mexican. With your New England hypocrisy, you would persuade yourself it was this family alone you cared for; it ain't---you know it ain't---'tis the "Octoroon;" and you love her as I do; and you hate me because I'm your rival---that's where the tears come from, Salem Scudder, if you ever shed any---that's where the shoe pinches. The last word, an important colloquialism, was misread by the typesetter of the play. Paul. Scud. Ain't that a cure for old age; it kinder lifts the heart up, don't it? [R.] Well, what's the use of argument whar guilt sticks out so plain; the boy and Injiun were alone when last seen. Pete. Scud. Cum, for de pride of de family, let every darky look his best for the judge's sake---dat ole man so good to us, and dat ole woman---so dem strangers from New Orleans shall say, Dem's happy darkies, dem's a fine set of niggars; every one say when he's sold, "Lor' bless dis yer family I'm gwine out of, and send me as good a home.". Dis yer prop'ty to be sold---old Terrebonne---whar we all been raised, is gwine---dey's gwine to tak it away---can't stop here no how. I give him back the liberty he bestowed upon me; for I can never repay him the love he bore his poor Octoroon child, on whose breast his last sigh was drawn, into whose eyes he looked with the last gaze of affection. [Throws mail bags down and sits on them,L. C.] Pret, now den go. Scud. [Solon goes down and stands behind Ratts.] O! Let him answer for the boy, then. Dido. [Examines paper.]. Lafouche. Very bad, aunty; and the heart aches worse, so they can get no rest. Come along; she har what we say, and she's cryin' for us. 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