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He
looked
at
me
a
moment
as
if
he
was
ready
to
devour
me
,
then
turning
round
went
out
.
In
a
few
minutes
he
returned
.
"
If
ever
I
hear
you
say
a
word
about
New-York
,
or
about
your
freedom
,
I
will
be
the
death
of
you
--
I
will
kill
you
;
you
may
rely
on
that
,
"
he
ejaculated
fiercely
.
I
doubt
not
he
understood
then
better
than
I
did
,
the
danger
and
the
penalty
of
selling
a
free
man
into
slavery
.
He
felt
the
necessity
of
closing
my
mouth
against
the
crime
he
knew
he
was
committing
.
Of
course
,
my
life
would
not
have
weighed
a
feather
,
in
any
emergency
requiring
such
a
sacrifice
.
Undoubtedly
,
he
meant
precisely
what
he
said
.
Under
the
shed
on
one
side
of
the
yard
,
there
was
constructed
a
rough
table
,
while
overhead
were
sleeping
lofts
--
the
same
as
in
the
pen
at
Washington
.
After
partaking
at
this
table
of
our
supper
of
pork
and
bread
,
I
was
hand-cuffed
to
a
large
yellow
man
,
quite
stout
and
fleshy
,
with
a
countenance
expressive
of
the
utmost
melancholy
.
He
was
a
man
of
intelligence
and
information
.
Chained
together
,
it
was
not
long
before
we
became
acquainted
with
each
other
's
history
.
His
name
was
Robert
.
Like
myself
,
he
had
been
born
free
,
and
had
a
wife
and
two
children
in
Cincinnati
.
He
said
he
had
come
south
with
two
men
,
who
had
hired
him
in
the
city
of
his
residence
.
Without
free
papers
,
he
had
been
seized
at
Fredericksburgh
,
placed
in
confinement
,
and
beaten
until
he
had
learned
,
as
I
had
,
the
necessity
and
the
policy
of
silence
.
He
had
been
in
Goodin
's
pen
about
three
weeks
.
To
this
man
I
became
much
attached
.
We
could
sympathize
with
,
and
understand
each
other
.
It
was
with
tears
and
a
heavy
heart
,
not
many
days
subsequently
,
that
I
saw
him
die
,
and
looked
for
the
last
time
upon
his
lifeless
form
!
Robert
and
myself
,
with
Clem
,
Eliza
and
her
children
,
slept
that
night
upon
our
blankets
,
in
one
of
the
small
houses
in
the
yard
.
There
were
four
others
,
all
from
the
same
plantation
,
who
had
been
sold
,
and
were
now
on
their
way
south
,
who
also
occupied
it
with
us
.
David
and
his
wife
,
Caroline
,
both
mulattoes
,
were
exceedingly
affected
.
They
dreaded
the
thought
of
being
put
into
the
cane
and
cotton
fields
;
but
their
greatest
source
of
anxiety
was
the
apprehension
of
being
separated
.
Mary
,
a
tall
,
lithe
girl
,
of
a
most
jetty
black
,
was
listless
and
apparently
indifferent
.
Like
many
of
the
class
,
she
scarcely
knew
there
was
such
a
word
as
freedom
.
Brought
up
in
the
ignorance
of
a
brute
,
she
possessed
but
little
more
than
a
brute
's
intelligence
.
She
was
one
of
those
,
and
there
are
very
many
,
who
fear
nothing
but
their
master
's
lash
,
and
know
no
further
duty
than
to
obey
his
voice
.
The
other
was
Lethe
.
She
was
of
an
entirely
different
character
.
She
had
long
,
straight
hair
,
and
bore
more
the
appearance
of
an
Indian
than
a
negro
woman
.
She
had
sharp
and
spiteful
eyes
,
and
continually
gave
utterance
to
the
language
of
hatred
and
revenge
.
Her
husband
had
been
sold
.
She
knew
not
where
she
was
.
An
exchange
of
masters
,
she
was
sure
,
could
not
be
for
the
worse
.
She
cared
not
whither
they
might
carry
her
.
Pointing
to
the
scars
upon
her
face
,
the
desperate
creature
wished
that
she
might
see
the
day
when
she
could
wipe
them
off
in
some
man
's
blood
!
While
we
were
thus
learning
the
history
of
each
other
's
wretchedness
,
Eliza
was
seated
in
a
corner
by
herself
,
singing
hymns
and
praying
for
her
children
.
Wearied
from
the
loss
of
so
much
sleep
,
I
could
no
longer
bear
up
against
the
advances
of
that
"
sweet
restorer
,
"
and
laying
down
by
the
side
of
Robert
,
on
the
floor
,
soon
forgot
my
troubles
,
and
slept
until
the
dawn
of
day
.
In
the
morning
,
having
swept
the
yard
,
and
washed
ourselves
,
under
Goodin
's
superintendence
,
we
were
ordered
to
roll
up
our
blankets
,
and
make
ready
for
the
continuance
of
our
journey
.
Clem
Ray
was
informed
that
he
would
go
no
further
,
Burch
,
for
some
cause
,
having
concluded
to
carry
him
back
to
Washington
.
He
was
much
rejoiced
.
Shaking
hands
,
we
parted
in
the
slave
pen
at
Richmond
,
and
I
have
not
seen
him
since
.
But
,
much
to
my
surprise
,
since
my
return
,
I
learned
that
he
had
escaped
from
bondage
,
and
on
his
way
to
the
free
soil
of
Canada
,
lodged
one
night
at
the
house
of
my
brother-in-law
in
Saratoga
,
informing
my
family
of
the
place
and
the
condition
in
which
he
left
me
.
In
the
afternoon
we
were
drawn
up
,
two
abreast
,
Robert
and
myself
in
advance
,
and
in
this
order
,
driven
by
Burch
and
Goodin
from
the
yard
,
through
the
streets
of
Richmond
to
the
brig
Orleans
.
She
was
a
vessel
of
respectable
size
,
full
rigged
,
and
freighted
principally
with
tobacco
.
We
were
all
on
board
by
five
o'clock
.
Burch
brought
us
each
a
tin
cup
and
a
spoon
.
There
were
forty
of
us
in
the
brig
,
being
all
,
except
Clem
,
that
were
in
the
pen
.
With
a
small
pocket
knife
that
had
not
been
taken
from
me
,
I
began
cutting
the
initials
of
my
name
upon
the
tin
cup
.
The
others
immediately
flocked
round
me
,
requesting
me
to
mark
theirs
in
a
similar
manner
.
In
time
,
I
gratified
them
all
,
of
which
they
did
not
appear
to
be
forgetful
.
