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"
Oh
,
well
,
master
,
"
I
said
,
mildly
,
"
I
will
plane
it
down
more
if
you
say
so
,
"
at
the
same
time
proceeding
to
do
as
I
supposed
he
desired
.
Before
one
shaving
had
been
removed
,
however
,
he
cried
out
,
saying
I
had
now
planed
it
too
deep
--
it
was
too
small
--
I
had
spoiled
the
sweep
entirely
.
Then
followed
curses
and
imprecations
.
I
had
endeavored
to
do
exactly
as
he
directed
,
but
nothing
would
satisfy
the
unreasonable
man
.
In
silence
and
in
dread
I
stood
by
the
sweep
,
holding
the
jack-plane
in
my
hand
,
not
knowing
what
to
do
,
and
not
daring
to
be
idle
.
His
anger
grew
more
and
more
violent
,
until
,
finally
,
with
an
oath
,
such
a
bitter
,
frightful
oath
as
only
Tibeats
could
utter
,
he
seized
a
hatchet
from
the
work-bench
and
darted
towards
me
,
swearing
he
would
cut
my
head
open
.
It
was
a
moment
of
life
or
death
.
The
sharp
,
bright
blade
of
the
hatchet
glittered
in
the
sun
.
In
another
instant
it
would
be
buried
in
my
brain
,
and
yet
in
that
instant
--
so
quick
will
a
man
's
thoughts
come
to
him
in
such
a
fearful
strait
--
I
reasoned
with
myself
.
If
I
stood
still
,
my
doom
was
certain
;
if
I
fled
,
ten
chances
to
one
the
hatchet
,
flying
from
his
hand
with
a
too-deadly
and
unerring
aim
,
would
strike
me
in
the
back
.
There
was
but
one
course
to
take
.
Springing
towards
him
with
all
my
power
,
and
meeting
him
full
half-way
,
before
he
could
bring
down
the
blow
,
with
one
hand
I
caught
his
uplifted
arm
,
with
the
other
seized
him
by
the
throat
.
We
stood
looking
each
other
in
the
eyes
.
In
his
I
could
see
murder
.
I
felt
as
if
I
had
a
serpent
by
the
neck
,
watching
the
slightest
relaxation
of
my
gripe
,
to
coil
itself
round
my
body
,
crushing
and
stinging
it
to
death
.
I
thought
to
scream
aloud
,
trusting
that
some
ear
might
catch
the
sound
--
but
Chapin
was
away
;
the
hands
were
in
the
field
;
there
was
no
living
soul
in
sight
or
hearing
.
The
good
genius
,
which
thus
far
through
life
has
saved
me
from
the
hands
of
violence
,
at
that
moment
suggested
a
lucky
thought
.
With
a
vigorous
and
sudden
kick
,
that
brought
him
on
one
knee
,
with
a
groan
,
I
released
my
hold
upon
his
throat
,
snatched
the
hatchet
,
and
cast
it
beyond
reach
.
Frantic
with
rage
,
maddened
beyond
control
,
he
seized
a
white
oak
stick
,
five
feet
long
,
perhaps
,
and
as
large
in
circumference
as
his
hand
could
grasp
,
which
was
lying
on
the
ground
.
Again
he
rushed
towards
me
,
and
again
I
met
him
,
seized
him
about
the
waist
,
and
being
the
stronger
of
the
two
,
bore
him
to
the
earth
.
While
in
that
position
I
obtained
possession
of
the
stick
,
and
rising
,
cast
it
from
me
,
also
.
He
likewise
arose
and
ran
for
the
broad-axe
,
on
the
work-bench
.
Fortunately
,
there
was
a
heavy
plank
lying
upon
its
broad
blade
,
in
such
a
manner
that
he
could
not
extricate
it
,
before
I
had
sprung
upon
his
back
.
Pressing
him
down
closely
and
heavily
on
the
plank
,
so
that
the
axe
was
held
more
firmly
to
its
place
,
I
endeavored
,
but
in
vain
,
to
break
his
grasp
upon
the
handle
.
In
that
position
we
remained
some
minutes
.
There
have
been
hours
in
my
unhappy
life
,
many
of
them
,
when
the
contemplation
of
death
as
the
end
of
earthly
sorrow
--
of
the
grave
as
a
resting
place
for
the
tired
and
worn
out
body
--
has
been
pleasant
to
dwell
upon
.
But
such
contemplations
vanish
in
the
hour
of
peril
.
No
man
,
in
his
full
strength
,
can
stand
undismayed
,
in
the
presence
of
the
"
king
of
terrors
.
"
Life
is
dear
to
every
living
thing
;
the
worm
that
crawls
upon
the
ground
will
struggle
for
it
.
At
that
moment
it
was
dear
to
me
,
enslaved
and
treated
as
I
was
.
Not
able
to
unloose
his
hand
,
once
more
I
seized
him
by
the
throat
,
and
this
time
,
with
a
vice-like
gripe
that
soon
relaxed
his
hold
.
He
became
pliant
and
unstrung
.
His
face
,
that
had
been
white
with
passion
,
was
now
black
from
suffocation
.
Those
small
serpent
eyes
that
spat
such
venom
,
were
now
full
of
horror
--
two
great
white
orbs
starting
from
their
sockets
!
There
was
"
a
lurking
devil
"
in
my
heart
that
prompted
me
to
kill
the
human
blood-hound
on
the
spot
--
to
retain
the
grip
on
his
accursed
throat
till
the
breath
of
life
was
gone
!
I
dared
not
murder
him
,
and
I
dared
not
let
him
live
.
If
I
killed
him
,
my
life
must
pay
the
forfeit
--
if
he
lived
,
my
life
only
would
satisfy
his
vengeance
.
A
voice
within
whispered
me
to
fly
.
To
be
a
wanderer
among
the
swamps
,
a
fugitive
and
a
vagabond
on
the
face
of
the
earth
,
was
preferable
to
the
life
that
I
was
leading
.
My
resolution
was
soon
formed
,
and
swinging
him
from
the
work-bench
to
the
ground
,
I
leaped
a
fence
near
by
,
and
hurried
across
the
plantation
,
passing
the
slaves
at
work
in
the
cotton
field
.
