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"
Lawson
,
"
said
Chapin
,
"
you
must
go
to
the
Pine
Woods
.
Tell
your
master
Ford
to
come
here
at
once
--
that
he
must
not
delay
a
single
moment
.
Tell
him
they
are
trying
to
murder
Platt
.
Now
hurry
,
boy
.
Be
at
the
Pine
Woods
by
noon
if
you
kill
the
mule
.
"
Chapin
stepped
into
the
house
and
wrote
a
pass
.
When
he
returned
,
Lawson
was
at
the
door
,
mounted
on
his
mule
.
Receiving
the
pass
,
he
plied
the
whip
right
smartly
to
the
beast
,
dashed
out
of
the
yard
,
and
turning
up
the
bayou
on
a
hard
gallop
,
in
less
time
than
it
has
taken
me
to
describe
the
scene
,
was
out
of
sight
.
As
the
sun
approached
the
meridian
that
day
it
became
insufferably
warm
.
Its
hot
rays
scorched
the
ground
.
The
earth
almost
blistered
the
foot
that
stood
upon
it
.
I
was
without
coat
or
hat
,
standing
bare-headed
,
exposed
to
its
burning
blaze
.
Great
drops
of
perspiration
rolled
down
my
face
,
drenching
the
scanty
apparel
wherewith
I
was
clothed
.
Over
the
fence
,
a
very
little
way
off
,
the
peach
trees
cast
their
cool
,
delicious
shadows
on
the
grass
.
I
would
gladly
have
given
a
long
year
of
service
to
have
been
enabled
to
exchange
the
heated
oven
,
as
it
were
,
wherein
I
stood
,
for
a
seat
beneath
their
branches
.
But
I
was
yet
bound
,
the
rope
still
dangling
from
my
neck
,
and
standing
in
the
same
tracks
where
Tibeats
and
his
comrades
left
me
.
I
could
not
move
an
inch
,
so
firmly
had
I
been
bound
.
To
have
been
enabled
to
lean
against
the
weaving
house
would
have
been
a
luxury
indeed
.
But
it
was
far
beyond
my
reach
,
though
distant
less
than
twenty
feet
.
I
wanted
to
lie
down
,
but
knew
I
could
not
rise
again
.
The
ground
was
so
parched
and
boiling
hot
I
was
aware
it
would
but
add
to
the
discomfort
of
my
situation
.
If
I
could
have
only
moved
my
position
,
however
slightly
,
it
would
have
been
relief
unspeakable
.
But
the
hot
rays
of
a
southern
sun
,
beating
all
the
long
summer
day
on
my
bare
head
,
produced
not
half
the
suffering
I
experienced
from
my
aching
limbs
.
My
wrists
and
ankles
,
and
the
cords
of
my
legs
and
arms
began
to
swell
,
burying
the
rope
that
bound
them
into
the
swollen
flesh
.
All
day
Chapin
walked
back
and
forth
upon
the
stoop
,
but
not
once
approached
me
.
He
appeared
to
be
in
a
state
of
great
uneasiness
,
looking
first
towards
me
,
and
then
up
the
road
,
as
if
expecting
some
arrival
every
moment
.
He
did
not
go
to
the
field
,
as
was
his
custom
.
It
was
evident
from
his
manner
that
he
supposed
Tibeats
would
return
with
more
and
better
armed
assistance
,
perhaps
,
to
renew
the
quarrel
,
and
it
was
equally
evident
he
had
prepared
his
mind
to
defend
my
life
at
whatever
hazard
.
Why
he
did
not
relieve
me
--
why
he
suffered
me
to
remain
in
agony
the
whole
weary
day
,
I
never
knew
.
It
was
not
for
want
of
sympathy
,
I
am
certain
.
Perhaps
he
wished
Ford
to
see
the
rope
about
my
neck
,
and
the
brutal
manner
in
which
I
had
been
bound
;
perhaps
his
interference
with
another
's
property
in
which
he
had
no
legal
interest
might
have
been
a
trespass
,
which
would
have
subjected
him
to
the
penalty
of
the
law
.
Why
Tibeats
was
all
day
absent
was
another
mystery
I
never
could
divine
.
He
knew
well
enough
that
Chapin
would
not
harm
him
unless
he
persisted
in
his
design
against
me
.
Lawson
told
me
afterwards
,
that
,
as
he
passed
the
plantation
of
John
David
Cheney
,
he
saw
the
three
,
and
that
they
turned
and
looked
after
him
as
he
flew
by
.
I
think
his
supposition
was
,
that
Lawson
had
been
sent
out
by
Overseer
Chapin
to
arouse
the
neighboring
planters
,
and
to
call
on
them
to
come
to
his
assistance
.
He
,
therefore
,
undoubtedly
,
acted
on
the
principle
,
that
"
discretion
is
the
better
part
of
valor
,
"
and
kept
away
.
But
whatever
motive
may
have
governed
the
cowardly
and
malignant
tyrant
,
it
is
of
no
importance
.
There
I
still
stood
in
the
noon-tide
sun
,
groaning
with
pain
.
From
long
before
daylight
I
had
not
eaten
a
morsel
.
I
was
growing
faint
from
pain
,
and
thirst
,
and
hunger
.
Once
only
,
in
the
very
hottest
portion
of
the
day
,
Rachel
,
half
fearful
she
was
acting
contrary
to
the
overseer
's
wishes
,
ventured
to
me
,
and
held
a
cup
of
water
to
my
lips
.
The
humble
creature
never
knew
,
nor
could
she
comprehend
if
she
had
heard
them
,
the
blessings
I
invoked
upon
her
,
for
that
balmy
draught
.
She
could
only
say
,
"
Oh
,
Platt
,
how
I
do
pity
you
,
"
and
then
hastened
back
to
her
labors
in
the
kitchen
.
Never
did
the
sun
move
so
slowly
through
the
heavens
--
never
did
it
shower
down
such
fervent
and
fiery
rays
,
as
it
did
that
day
.
At
least
,
so
it
appeared
to
me
.
What
my
meditations
were
--
the
innumerable
thoughts
that
thronged
through
my
distracted
brain
--
I
will
not
attempt
to
give
expression
to
.
Suffice
it
to
say
,
during
the
whole
long
day
I
came
not
to
the
conclusion
,
even
once
,
that
the
southern
slave
,
fed
,
clothed
,
whipped
and
protected
by
his
master
,
is
happier
than
the
free
colored
citizen
of
the
North
.
To
that
conclusion
I
have
never
since
arrived
.
There
are
many
,
however
,
even
in
the
Northern
States
,
benevolent
and
well-disposed
men
,
who
will
pronounce
my
opinion
erroneous
,
and
gravely
proceed
to
substantiate
the
assertion
with
an
argument
.
Alas
!
they
have
never
drunk
,
as
I
have
,
from
the
bitter
cup
of
slavery
.
Just
at
sunset
my
heart
leaped
with
unbounded
joy
,
as
Ford
came
riding
into
the
yard
,
his
horse
covered
with
foam
.
Chapin
met
him
at
the
door
,
and
after
conversing
a
short
time
,
he
walked
directly
to
me
.
"
Poor
Platt
,
you
are
in
a
bad
state
,
"
was
the
only
expression
that
escaped
his
lips
.
"
Thank
God
!
"
said
I
,
"
thank
God
,
Master
Ford
,
that
you
have
come
at
last
.
"
Drawing
a
knife
from
his
pocket
,
he
indignantly
cut
the
cord
from
my
wrists
,
arms
,
and
ankles
,
and
slipped
the
noose
from
my
neck
.
I
attempted
to
walk
,
but
staggered
like
a
drunken
man
,
and
fell
partially
to
the
ground
.
