Reverend Ambrose say, then I’ll have to give up this old earth. But ain’t that where I’m going, Mr. Wiggins, back in the earth?” My head down, I didn’t answer him. “You can look at me, Mr. Wiggins; I don’t mind.” I raised my head, and I saw him standing there under the window, big and tall, and not stooped as he had been in chains. “I’m go’n do my best, Mr. Wiggins. That’s all I can promise. My best.” “You’re more a man than I am, Jefferson.” “ ’Cause I’m go’n die soon? That make me a man, Mr. Wiggins?”
