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We
were
met
at
the
door
of
Goodin
's
yard
by
that
gentleman
himself
--
a
short
,
fat
man
,
with
a
round
,
plump
face
,
black
hair
and
whiskers
,
and
a
complexion
almost
as
dark
as
some
of
his
own
negroes
.
He
had
a
hard
,
stern
look
,
and
was
perhaps
about
fifty
years
of
age
.
Burch
and
he
met
with
great
cordiality
.
They
were
evidently
old
friends
.
Shaking
each
other
warmly
by
the
hand
,
Burch
remarked
he
had
brought
some
company
,
inquired
at
what
time
the
brig
would
leave
,
and
was
answered
that
it
would
probably
leave
the
next
day
at
such
an
hour
.
Goodin
then
turned
to
me
,
took
hold
of
my
arm
,
turned
me
partly
round
,
looked
at
me
sharply
with
the
air
of
one
who
considered
himself
a
good
judge
of
property
,
and
as
if
estimating
in
his
own
mind
about
how
much
I
was
worth
.
"
Well
,
boy
,
where
did
you
come
from
?
"
Forgetting
myself
,
for
a
moment
,
I
answered
,
"
From
New-York
.
"
"
New-York
!
H
--
l
!
what
have
you
been
doing
up
there
?
"
was
his
astonished
interrogatory
.
Observing
Burch
at
this
moment
looking
at
me
with
an
angry
expression
that
conveyed
a
meaning
it
was
not
difficult
to
understand
,
I
immediately
said
,
"
O
,
I
have
only
been
up
that
way
a
piece
,
"
in
a
manner
intended
to
imply
that
although
I
might
have
been
as
far
as
New-York
,
yet
I
wished
it
distinctly
understood
that
I
did
not
belong
to
that
free
State
,
nor
to
any
other
.
Goodin
then
turned
to
Clem
,
and
then
to
Eliza
and
the
children
,
examining
them
severally
,
and
asking
various
questions
.
He
was
pleased
with
Emily
,
as
was
every
one
who
saw
the
child
's
sweet
countenance
.
She
was
not
as
tidy
as
when
I
first
beheld
her
;
her
hair
was
now
somewhat
disheveled
;
but
through
its
unkempt
and
soft
profusion
there
still
beamed
a
little
face
of
most
surpassing
loveliness
.
"
Altogether
we
were
a
fair
lot
--
a
devilish
good
lot
,
"
he
said
,
enforcing
that
opinion
with
more
than
one
emphatic
adjective
not
found
in
the
Christian
vocabulary
.
Thereupon
we
passed
into
the
yard
.
Quite
a
number
of
slaves
,
as
many
as
thirty
I
should
say
,
were
moving
about
,
or
sitting
on
benches
under
the
shed
.
They
were
all
cleanly
dressed
--
the
men
with
hats
,
the
women
with
handkerchiefs
tied
about
their
heads
.
Burch
and
Goodin
,
after
separating
from
us
,
walked
up
the
steps
at
the
back
part
of
the
main
building
,
and
sat
down
upon
the
door
sill
.
They
entered
into
conversation
,
but
the
subject
of
it
I
could
not
hear
.
Presently
Burch
came
down
into
the
yard
,
unfettered
me
,
and
led
me
into
one
of
the
small
houses
.
"
You
told
that
man
you
came
from
New-York
,
"
said
he
.
I
replied
,
"
I
told
him
I
had
been
up
as
far
as
New-York
,
to
be
sure
,
but
did
not
tell
him
I
belonged
there
,
nor
that
I
was
a
freeman
.
I
meant
no
harm
at
all
,
Master
Burch
.
I
would
not
have
said
it
had
I
thought
.
"
