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Whether
or
not
Tibeats
did
actually
return
to
the
plantation
that
night
,
seeking
an
opportunity
to
wreak
his
vengeance
upon
me
,
is
a
secret
known
only
to
himself
,
perhaps
.
I
thought
then
,
however
,
and
have
the
strong
impression
still
,
that
he
was
there
.
At
all
events
,
he
had
the
disposition
of
an
assassin
--
cowering
before
a
brave
man
's
words
,
but
ready
to
strike
his
helpless
or
unsuspecting
victim
in
the
back
,
as
I
had
reason
afterwards
to
know
.
At
daylight
in
the
morning
,
I
arose
,
sore
and
weary
,
having
rested
little
.
Nevertheless
,
after
partaking
breakfast
,
which
Mary
and
Eliza
had
prepared
for
me
in
the
cabin
,
I
proceeded
to
the
weaving
house
and
commenced
the
labors
of
another
day
.
It
was
Chapin
's
practice
,
as
it
is
the
practice
of
overseers
generally
,
immediately
on
arising
,
to
bestride
his
horse
,
always
saddled
and
bridled
and
ready
for
him
--
the
particular
business
of
some
slave
--
and
ride
into
the
field
.
This
morning
,
on
the
contrary
,
he
came
to
the
weaving
house
,
asking
if
I
had
seen
anything
of
Tibeats
yet
.
Replying
in
the
negative
,
he
remarked
there
was
something
not
right
about
the
fellow
--
there
was
bad
blood
in
him
--
that
I
must
keep
a
sharp
watch
of
him
,
or
he
would
do
me
wrong
some
day
when
I
least
expected
it
.
While
he
was
yet
speaking
,
Tibeats
rode
in
,
hitched
his
horse
,
and
entered
the
house
.
I
had
little
fear
of
him
while
Ford
and
Chapin
were
at
hand
,
but
they
could
not
be
near
me
always
.
Oh
!
how
heavily
the
weight
of
slavery
pressed
upon
me
then
.
I
must
toil
day
after
day
,
endure
abuse
and
taunts
and
scoffs
,
sleep
on
the
hard
ground
,
live
on
the
coarsest
fare
,
and
not
only
this
,
but
live
the
slave
of
a
blood-seeking
wretch
,
of
whom
I
must
stand
henceforth
in
continued
fear
and
dread
.
Why
had
I
not
died
in
my
young
years
--
before
God
had
given
me
children
to
love
and
live
for
?
What
unhappiness
and
suffering
and
sorrow
it
would
have
prevented
.
I
sighed
for
liberty
;
but
the
bondman
's
chain
was
round
me
,
and
could
not
be
shaken
off
.
I
could
only
gaze
wistfully
towards
the
North
,
and
think
of
the
thousands
of
miles
that
stretched
between
me
and
the
soil
of
freedom
,
over
which
a
black
freeman
may
not
pass
.
Tibeats
,
in
the
course
of
half
an
hour
,
walked
over
to
the
weaving-house
,
looked
at
me
sharply
,
then
returned
without
saying
anything
.
Most
of
the
forenoon
he
sat
on
the
piazza
,
reading
a
newspaper
and
conversing
with
Ford
.
After
dinner
,
the
latter
left
for
the
Pine
Woods
,
and
it
was
indeed
with
regret
that
I
beheld
him
depart
from
the
plantation
.
Once
more
during
the
day
Tibeats
came
to
me
,
gave
me
some
order
,
and
returned
.
During
the
week
the
weaving-house
was
completed
--
Tibeats
in
the
meantime
making
no
allusion
whatever
to
the
difficulty
--
when
I
was
informed
he
had
hired
me
to
Peter
Tanner
,
to
work
under
another
carpenter
by
the
name
of
Myers
.
This
announcement
was
received
with
gratification
,
as
any
place
was
desirable
that
would
relieve
me
of
his
hateful
presence
.
Peter
Tanner
,
as
the
reader
has
already
been
informed
,
lived
on
the
opposite
shore
,
and
was
the
brother
of
Mistress
Ford
.
He
is
one
of
the
most
extensive
planters
on
Bayou
Bœuf
,
and
owns
a
large
number
of
slaves
.
Over
I
went
to
Tanner
's
,
joyfully
enough
.
He
had
heard
of
my
late
difficulties
--
in
fact
,
I
ascertained
the
flogging
of
Tibeats
was
soon
blazoned
far
and
wide
.
This
affair
,
together
with
my
rafting
experiment
,
had
rendered
me
somewhat
notorious
.
More
than
once
I
heard
it
said
that
Platt
Ford
,
now
Platt
Tibeats
--
a
slave
's
name
changes
with
his
change
of
master
--
was
"
a
devil
of
a
nigger
.
"
But
I
was
destined
to
make
a
still
further
noise
,
as
will
presently
be
seen
,
throughout
the
little
world
of
Bayou
Bœuf
.
