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XXI. A Head-Hunter at Home,
XXIV. “In Sure and Certain Hope,”
XXV. Father and Son,
THE AUTOBIOGRAHY OF A SOUTH SEA ISLANDER.
AND will you, O White Reader, condescend to read this Story of mine — of me, a Black, a “Nigger," as I have been contemptuously called by vulgar Whites; with such a grinning of teeth about those two hard gs of yours, as made me think that the mouth which uttered them could bite as well as bark? Well, if you do so far condescend, I, for my part, will do my best to make my Story interesting.
How I came to write your difficult language so well as I do is part of my Story, but not this part. Just now I am busy with this outward self of mine. A looking-glass, and a photograph taken by a dear white friend, my second self, will help me. In the photograph, a little faded now, like so much
, that is good and happy ! in the photograph, he and I are sitting side by side, and I am looking up into his kind good face. Would that I could sit by his dear side now !
But here is what he says about me when first his loving eyes met mine. Himself you shall know, and therefore love, byand-bye.