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Poetry: My Little Nig

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Parent Issue
Day
3
Month
March
Year
1845
Copyright
Public Domain
Additional Text

African American abolitionist writer William Wells Brown reprinted the poem in his 1853 novel Clotel; Or, the President's Daughter, at the end of Ch. XI.

Poem
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The following ia a inasterly effus.on, doubtlesa, and powerfully llustrates the valué placed upon 'the nigs' by their miücreant owneis,and the beassly companionship and employment lowhich they are assign' d. Tlie uriter eeems to be in ex.-stacies at the Ihought of soon deriving his living from the coerced labor of his "Tittle nig.1 Ile is an American dsmocrat, be ót known to the Nicliolas of Russia! - Gran ite Freeman. Frotn the Hamburg (S. C.) Journal. MY LITTLE NIG. BT TUK EDITOR OF TH!? KODGKT. I have a little nigger, the blackest thing aïive. H!ll be just four years oíd if he lives till foityfive; Ilis 8mooih cheek halh a glossy hue, like a new polished boot. And his hair curia o'er his liule heail as black as any soot. ilis lips bnlge from his comitenance - fiííá htlle ivoiierf shine - Ilis nose is what we cali a Ütile pug, but fashioned very fine - Although nol quite a fairy, he is coniely to behold, And I wouldn't sell him, 'pon my woid, for a hundred aü in "gold.ííe gets up early in the moni, like all other nigs, And runa offto the hog-lot, where he equabbles with the pigs - And when the snn gets out of bed, and tnounts up n the sky, The warmest corner of the yard is wherc my nig doth lie. And there extended lazily, he contemplaf.es and dreams, (I cannot qualify to this, but ploin enough it seems;) Until 'tie time to take in grub, when.you can'i find him there, For, like a politician; he has gone to hunt bis share. I havn't eaid a single word concerning my plantaticn, Though a prettier, I gues?, cannot be found within the nation, When he gets a little bigger, Til take and lo him show it, And theii I'l! say, 'My liltle nig, now just prepare to go it !' I'll put a hoe into his hand - heil soon know whal it tneau-1, And every duy for dinner, he shall have bacon and greens. O thundergustsand lightning lods! how slick I'll things behold, When to work Í set niy little nig, that's nearly four years old!