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Old Uncle Oswald believed he belonged to the Bênitous, and there was no getting the notion out of his head. Monsieur tried every way, for there was no sense in it. Why, it must have been fifty years since the Bênitous owned him. He had belonged to others since, and had later been freed. Beside, there was not a Bênitou left in the parish now, except one rather delicate woman, who lived with her little daughter in a corner of Natchitoches town, and constructed "fashionable millinery. " The family had dispersed, and almost vanished, and the plantation as well had lost its identity.
But that made no difference to Uncle Oswald. He was always running away from Monsieur -- who kept him out of pure kindness -- and trying to get back to those Bênitous.