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Sally
conducted
us
into
the
cabin
,
told
us
to
lay
down
our
bundles
and
be
seated
,
for
she
was
sure
that
we
were
tired
.
Just
then
John
,
the
cook
,
a
boy
some
sixteen
years
of
age
,
and
blacker
than
any
crow
,
came
running
in
,
looked
steadily
in
our
faces
,
then
turning
round
,
without
saying
as
much
as
"
how
d'ye
do
,
"
ran
back
to
the
kitchen
,
laughing
loudly
,
as
if
our
coming
was
a
great
joke
indeed
.
Much
wearied
with
our
walk
,
as
soon
as
it
was
dark
,
Harry
and
I
wrapped
our
blankets
round
us
,
and
laid
down
upon
the
cabin
floor
.
My
thoughts
,
as
usual
,
wandered
back
to
my
wife
and
children
.
The
consciousness
of
my
real
situation
;
the
hopelessness
of
any
effort
to
escape
through
the
wide
forests
of
Avoyelles
,
pressed
heavily
upon
me
,
yet
my
heart
was
at
home
in
Saratoga
.
I
was
awakened
early
in
the
morning
by
the
voice
of
Master
Ford
,
calling
Rose
.
She
hastened
into
the
house
to
dress
the
children
,
Sally
to
the
field
to
milk
the
cows
,
while
John
was
busy
in
the
kitchen
preparing
breakfast
.
In
the
meantime
Harry
and
I
were
strolling
about
the
yard
,
looking
at
our
new
quarters
.
Just
after
breakfast
a
colored
man
,
driving
three
yoke
of
oxen
,
attached
to
a
wagon
load
of
lumber
,
drove
into
the
opening
.
He
was
a
slave
of
Ford
's
,
named
Walton
,
the
husband
of
Rose
.
By
the
way
,
Rose
was
a
native
of
Washington
,
and
had
been
brought
from
thence
five
years
before
.
She
had
never
seen
Eliza
,
but
she
had
heard
of
Berry
,
and
they
knew
the
same
streets
,
and
the
same
people
,
either
personally
,
or
by
reputation
.
They
became
fast
friends
immediately
,
and
talked
a
great
deal
together
of
old
times
,
and
of
friends
they
had
left
behind
.
Ford
was
at
that
time
a
wealthy
man
.
Besides
his
seat
in
the
Pine
Woods
,
he
owned
a
large
lumbering
establishment
on
Indian
Creek
,
four
miles
distant
,
and
also
,
in
his
wife
's
right
,
an
extensive
plantation
and
many
slaves
on
Bayou
Bœuf
.
Walton
had
come
with
his
load
of
lumber
from
the
mills
on
Indian
Creek
.
Ford
directed
us
to
return
with
him
,
saying
he
would
follow
us
as
soon
as
possible
.
Before
leaving
,
Mistress
Ford
called
me
into
the
store-room
,
and
handed
me
,
as
it
is
there
termed
,
a
tin
bucket
of
molasses
for
Harry
and
myself
.
Eliza
was
still
ringing
her
hands
and
deploring
the
loss
of
her
children
.
Ford
tried
as
much
as
possible
to
console
her
--
told
her
she
need
not
work
very
hard
;
that
she
might
remain
with
Rose
,
and
assist
the
madam
in
the
house
affairs
.
Riding
with
Walton
in
the
wagon
,
Harry
and
I
became
quite
well
acquainted
with
him
long
before
reaching
Indian
Creek
.
He
was
a
"
born
thrall
"
of
Ford
's
,
and
spoke
kindly
and
affectionately
of
him
,
as
a
child
would
speak
of
his
own
father
.
In
answer
to
his
inquiries
from
whence
I
came
,
I
told
him
from
Washington
.
Of
that
city
,
he
had
heard
much
from
his
wife
,
Rose
,
and
all
the
way
plied
me
with
many
extravagant
and
absurd
questions
.
On
reaching
the
mills
at
Indian
Creek
,
we
found
two
more
of
Ford
's
slaves
,
Sam
and
Antony
.
Sam
,
also
,
was
a
Washingtonian
,
having
been
brought
out
in
the
same
gang
with
Rose
.
He
had
worked
on
a
farm
near
Georgetown
.
Antony
was
a
blacksmith
,
from
Kentucky
,
who
had
been
in
his
present
master
's
service
about
ten
years
.
Sam
knew
Burch
,
and
when
informed
that
he
was
the
trader
who
had
sent
me
on
from
Washington
,
it
was
remarkable
how
well
we
agreed
upon
the
subject
of
his
superlative
rascality
.
He
had
forwarded
Sam
,
also
.
