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The
one
-
armed
slave
called
Hyacinth
took
part
in
the
slave
revolt
of
1791
.
Elegba
himself
took
possession
of
Hyacinth
in
the
grove
,
riding
him
as
a
white
man
rode
a
horse
,
and
spoke
through
him
.
He
remembered
little
of
what
was
said
,
but
the
others
who
were
with
him
told
him
that
he
had
promised
them
freedom
from
their
captivity
.
He
remembered
only
his
erection
,
rod
-
like
and
painful
;
and
raising
both
hands
—
the
one
he
had
,
and
the
one
he
no
longer
possessed
—
to
the
moon
.
A
pig
was
killed
,
and
the
men
and
the
women
of
that
plantation
drank
the
hot
blood
of
the
pig
,
pledging
themselves
and
binding
themselves
into
a
brotherhood
.
They
swore
that
they
were
an
army
of
freedom
,
pledged
themselves
once
more
to
the
gods
of
all
the
lands
from
which
they
had
been
dragged
as
plunder
.
"
If
we
die
in
battle
with
the
whites
,
"
they
told
each
other
,
"
we
will
be
reborn
in
Africa
,
in
our
homes
,
in
our
own
tribes
.
"
There
was
another
Hyacinth
in
the
uprising
,
so
they
now
called
Agasu
by
the
name
of
Big
One
-
Arm
.
He
fought
,
he
worshiped
,
he
sacrificed
,
he
planned
.
He
saw
his
friends
and
his
lovers
killed
,
and
he
kept
fighting
.
They
fought
for
twelve
years
,
a
maddening
,
bloody
struggle
with
the
plantation
owners
,
with
the
troops
brought
over
from
France
.
They
fought
,
and
they
kept
fighting
,
and
,
impossibly
,
they
won
.
On
January
the
first
,
1804
,
the
independence
of
St
.
Domingue
,
soon
to
be
known
to
the
world
as
the
Republic
of
Haiti
,
was
declared
.
Big
One
-
Arm
did
not
live
to
see
it
.
He
had
died
in
August
1802
,
bayoneted
by
a
French
soldier
.
At
the
precise
moment
of
the
death
of
Big
One
-
Arm
(
who
had
once
been
called
Hyacinth
,
and
before
that
,
Inky
Jack
,
and
who
was
forever
in
his
heart
Agasu
)
,
his
sister
,
whom
he
had
known
as
Wututu
,
who
had
been
called
Mary
on
her
first
plantation
in
the
Carolinas
,
and
Daisy
when
she
had
become
a
house
slave
,
and
Sukey
when
she
was
sold
to
the
Lavere
family
down
the
river
in
New
Orleans
,
felt
the
cold
bayonet
slide
between
her
ribs
and
started
to
scream
and
weep
uncontrollably
.
Her
twin
daughters
woke
and
began
to
howl
.
They
were
cream
-
and
-
coffee
colored
,
her
new
babies
,
not
like
the
black
children
she
had
borne
when
she
was
on
the
plantation
and
little
more
than
a
girl
herself
—
children
she
had
not
seen
since
they
were
fifteen
and
ten
years
old
.
The
middle
girl
had
been
dead
for
a
year
,
when
she
was
sold
away
from
them
.
Sukey
had
been
whipped
many
times
since
she
had
come
ashore
—
once
,
salt
had
been
rubbed
into
the
wounds
,
on
another
occasion
she
had
been
whipped
so
hard
and
for
so
long
that
she
could
not
sit
,
or
allow
anything
to
touch
her
back
,
for
several
days
.
She
had
been
raped
several
times
when
younger
:
by
black
men
who
had
been
ordered
to
share
her
wooden
palette
,
and
by
white
men
.
She
had
been
chained
.
She
had
not
wept
then
,
though
.
Since
her
brother
had
been
taken
from
her
she
had
only
wept
once
.
It
was
in
North
Carolina
,
when
she
had
seen
the
food
for
the
slave
children
and
the
dogs
poured
into
the
same
trough
,
and
she
had
seen
her
little
children
scrabbling
with
the
dogs
for
the
scraps
.
She
saw
that
happen
one
day
—
and
she
had
seen
it
before
,
every
day
on
that
plantation
,
and
she
would
see
it
again
many
times
before
she
left
—
she
saw
it
that
one
day
and
it
broke
her
heart
.
She
had
been
beautiful
for
a
while
.
Then
the
years
of
pain
had
taken
their
toll
,
and
she
was
no
longer
beautiful
.
Her
face
was
lined
,
and
there
was
too
much
pain
in
those
brown
eyes
.
