To all who came he spoke freely of his hopes. Realizing that he
might have but the one opportunity, he talked as only a man can talk who
feels the responsibilities of a lifetime crowded into one short hour.
One by one they came and listened, and went away with a new expression
on their faces, and a new ambition in their hearts.
To all these people he was "Brothah Chadwick;" to the three old slaves
bound to him by ties almost as strong as those of kinship, he could
never be other than Jintsey's boy; but to two persons he was known as
the "Rev'und Gawge." Mars' Nat took to calling him that in a joking
way, but John Jay gave him the title almost with awe. It seemed to set
him apart in the child's reverent affection as one who had come up out
of great tribulation to highest honor. Old Sheba had not cuffed her
grandson to church every week in vain. He had heard a great deal about
white robes and palms of victory and "him that overcometh." By some
twist of his simple little brain the term Reverend had come to mean all
that to him, and much more.
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