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On
Ford
's
arrival
at
the
mill
,
we
were
employed
in
piling
lumber
,
and
chopping
logs
,
which
occupation
we
continued
during
the
remainder
of
the
summer
.
We
usually
spent
our
Sabbaths
at
the
opening
,
on
which
days
our
master
would
gather
all
his
slaves
about
him
,
and
read
and
expound
the
Scriptures
.
He
sought
to
inculcate
in
our
minds
feelings
of
kindness
towards
each
other
,
of
dependence
upon
God
--
setting
forth
the
rewards
promised
unto
those
who
lead
an
upright
and
prayerful
life
.
Seated
in
the
doorway
of
his
house
,
surrounded
by
his
man-servants
and
his
maid-servants
,
who
looked
earnestly
into
the
good
man
's
face
,
he
spoke
of
the
loving
kindness
of
the
Creator
,
and
of
the
life
that
is
to
come
.
Often
did
the
voice
of
prayer
ascend
from
his
lips
to
heaven
,
the
only
sound
that
broke
the
solitude
of
the
place
.
In
the
course
of
the
summer
Sam
became
deeply
convicted
,
his
mind
dwelling
intensely
on
the
subject
of
religion
.
His
mistress
gave
him
a
Bible
,
which
he
carried
with
him
to
his
work
.
Whatever
leisure
time
was
allowed
him
,
he
spent
in
perusing
it
,
though
it
was
only
with
great
difficulty
that
he
could
master
any
part
of
it
.
I
often
read
to
him
,
a
favor
which
he
well
repaid
me
by
many
expressions
of
gratitude
.
Sam
's
piety
was
frequently
observed
by
white
men
who
came
to
the
mill
,
and
the
remark
it
most
generally
provoked
was
,
that
a
man
like
Ford
,
who
allowed
his
slaves
to
have
Bibles
,
was
"
not
fit
to
own
a
nigger
.
"
He
,
however
,
lost
nothing
by
his
kindness
.
It
is
a
fact
I
have
more
than
once
observed
,
that
those
who
treated
their
slaves
most
leniently
,
were
rewarded
by
the
greatest
amount
of
labor
.
I
know
it
from
my
own
experience
.
It
was
a
source
of
pleasure
to
surprise
Master
Ford
with
a
greater
day
's
work
than
was
required
,
while
,
under
subsequent
masters
,
there
was
no
prompter
to
extra
effort
but
the
overseer
's
lash
.
It
was
the
desire
of
Ford
's
approving
voice
that
suggested
to
me
an
idea
that
resulted
to
his
profit
.
The
lumber
we
were
manufacturing
was
contracted
to
be
delivered
at
Lamourie
.
It
had
hitherto
been
transported
by
land
,
and
was
an
important
item
of
expense
.
Indian
Creek
,
upon
which
the
mills
were
situated
,
was
a
narrow
but
deep
stream
emptying
into
Bayou
Bœuf
.
In
some
places
it
was
not
more
than
twelve
feet
wide
,
and
much
obstructed
with
trunks
of
trees
.
Bayou
Bœuf
was
connected
with
Bayou
Lamourie
.
I
ascertained
the
distance
from
the
mills
to
the
point
on
the
latter
bayou
,
where
our
lumber
was
to
be
delivered
,
was
but
a
few
miles
less
by
land
than
by
water
.
Provided
the
creek
could
be
made
navigable
for
rafts
,
it
occurred
to
me
that
the
expense
of
transportation
would
be
materially
diminished
.
Adam
Taydem
,
a
little
white
man
,
who
had
been
a
soldier
in
Florida
,
and
had
strolled
into
that
distant
region
,
was
foreman
and
superintendent
of
the
mills
.
He
scouted
the
idea
;
but
Ford
,
when
I
laid
it
before
him
,
received
it
favorably
,
and
permitted
me
to
try
the
experiment
.
Having
removed
the
obstructions
,
I
made
up
a
narrow
raft
,
consisting
of
twelve
cribs
.
At
this
business
I
think
I
was
quite
skillful
,
not
having
forgotten
my
experience
years
before
on
the
Champlain
canal
.
I
labored
hard
,
being
extremely
anxious
to
succeed
,
both
from
a
desire
to
please
my
master
,
and
to
show
Adam
Taydem
that
my
scheme
was
not
such
a
visionary
one
as
he
incessantly
pronounced
it
.
One
hand
could
manage
three
cribs
.
I
took
charge
of
the
forward
three
,
and
commenced
poling
down
the
creek
.
In
due
time
we
entered
the
first
bayou
,
and
finally
reached
our
destination
in
a
shorter
period
of
time
than
I
had
anticipated
.
The
arrival
of
the
raft
at
Lamourie
created
a
sensation
,
while
Mr.
Ford
loaded
me
with
commendations
.
On
all
sides
I
heard
Ford
's
Platt
pronounced
the
"
smartest
nigger
in
the
Pine
Woods
"
--
in
fact
I
was
the
Fulton
of
Indian
Creek
.
