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"
It
is
possible
they
will
eat
us
,
"
said
the
man
.
"
That
is
what
I
have
been
told
.
That
is
why
they
need
so
many
slaves
.
It
is
because
they
are
always
hungry
.
"
Wututu
began
to
cry
as
she
walked
.
Agasu
said
,
"
Do
not
cry
,
my
sister
.
They
will
not
eat
you
.
I
shall
protect
you
.
Our
gods
will
protect
you
.
"
But
Wututu
continued
to
cry
,
walking
with
a
heavy
heart
,
feeling
pain
and
anger
and
fear
as
only
a
child
can
feel
it
:
raw
and
overwhelming
.
She
was
unable
to
tell
Agasu
that
she
was
not
worried
about
the
white
devils
eating
her
.
She
would
survive
,
she
was
certain
of
it
.
She
cried
because
she
was
scared
that
they
would
eat
her
brother
,
and
she
was
not
certain
that
she
could
protect
him
.
They
reached
a
trading
post
,
and
they
were
kept
there
for
ten
days
.
In
the
morning
of
the
tenth
day
they
were
taken
from
the
hut
in
which
they
had
been
imprisoned
(
it
had
become
very
crowded
in
the
final
days
,
as
men
arrived
from
far
away
,
some
of
them
from
hundreds
of
miles
,
bringing
their
own
strings
and
skeins
of
slaves
)
.
They
were
marched
to
the
harbor
,
and
Wututu
saw
the
ship
that
was
to
take
them
away
.
Her
first
thought
was
how
big
a
ship
it
was
,
her
second
that
it
was
too
small
for
all
of
them
to
fit
inside
.
It
sat
lightly
on
the
water
.
The
ship
’
s
boat
came
back
and
forth
,
ferrying
the
captives
to
the
ship
where
they
were
manacled
and
arranged
in
low
decks
by
sailors
,
some
of
whom
were
brick
-
red
or
tan
skinned
,
with
strange
pointy
noses
and
beards
that
made
them
look
like
beasts
.
Several
of
the
sailors
looked
like
her
own
people
,
like
the
men
who
had
marched
her
to
the
coast
.
The
men
and
the
women
and
the
children
were
separated
,
forced
into
different
areas
on
the
slave
deck
.
There
were
too
many
slaves
for
the
ship
to
hold
easily
,
so
another
dozen
men
were
chained
up
on
the
deck
in
the
open
,
beneath
the
places
where
the
crew
would
sling
their
hammocks
.
Wututu
was
put
in
with
the
children
,
not
with
the
women
;
and
she
was
not
chained
,
merely
locked
in
.
Agasu
,
her
brother
,
was
forced
in
with
the
men
,
in
chains
,
packed
like
herrings
.
It
stank
under
that
deck
,
although
the
crew
had
scrubbed
it
down
since
their
last
cargo
.
It
was
a
stink
that
had
entered
the
wood
:
the
smell
of
fear
and
bile
and
diarrhea
and
death
,
of
fever
and
madness
and
hate
.
Wututu
sat
in
the
hot
hold
with
the
other
children
.
She
could
feel
the
children
on
each
side
of
her
sweating
.
A
wave
tumbled
a
small
boy
into
her
,
hard
,
and
he
apologized
in
a
tongue
that
Wututu
did
not
recognize
.
She
tried
to
smile
at
him
in
the
semi
-
darkness
.
The
ship
set
sail
.
Now
it
rode
heavy
in
the
water
.
Wututu
wondered
about
the
place
the
white
men
came
from
(
although
none
of
them
were
truly
white
:
sea
-
burned
and
sunburned
they
were
,
and
their
skins
were
dark
)
.
Were
they
so
short
of
food
that
they
had
to
send
all
the
way
to
her
land
for
people
to
eat
?
Or
was
it
that
she
was
to
be
a
delicacy
,
a
rare
treat
for
a
people
who
had
eaten
so
many
things
that
only
black
-
skinned
flesh
in
their
cook
pots
made
their
mouths
water
?
On
the
second
day
out
of
port
the
ship
hit
a
squall
,
not
a
bad
one
,
but
the
ship
’
s
decks
lurched
and
tumbled
,
and
the
smell
of
vomit
joined
the
mixed
smells
of
urine
and
liquid
feces
and
fear
-
sweat
.
Rain
poured
down
on
them
in
bucketloads
from
the
air
gratings
set
in
the
ceiling
of
the
slave
deck
.
