masrs gone away. He shouts and several strike up, the rest joining in the old plantation chorusaway. Away. Away. Masrs gone away. Thus, with jingling chorus and seemingly joyous hearts, they march down to the manmarket. The two children, annette and nicholas, trail behind, in charge of the sheriff, whose better feelings seem to be troubling him very much. Every now and then, as they walk by his side, he casts a serious look at annette, as if conscience, speaking in deep pulsations, said it wasnt just right to sell such an interesting little creature. Onward they marched,