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Sometimes
,
however
,
I
would
come
directly
upon
a
monster
before
observing
it
.
In
such
cases
,
I
would
start
back
,
run
a
short
way
round
,
and
in
that
manner
shun
them
.
Straight
forward
,
they
will
run
a
short
distance
rapidly
,
but
do
not
possess
the
power
of
turning
.
In
a
crooked
race
,
there
is
no
difficulty
in
evading
them
.
About
two
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
,
I
heard
the
last
of
the
hounds
.
Probably
they
did
not
cross
the
bayou
.
Wet
and
weary
,
but
relieved
from
the
sense
of
instant
peril
,
I
continued
on
,
more
cautious
and
afraid
,
however
,
of
the
snakes
and
alligators
than
I
had
been
in
the
earlier
portion
of
my
flight
.
Now
,
before
stepping
into
a
muddy
pool
,
I
would
strike
the
water
with
a
stick
.
If
the
waters
moved
,
I
would
go
around
it
,
if
not
,
would
venture
through
.
At
length
the
sun
went
down
,
and
gradually
night
's
trailing
mantle
shrouded
the
great
swamp
in
darkness
.
Still
I
staggered
on
,
fearing
every
instant
I
should
feel
the
dreadful
sting
of
the
moccasin
,
or
be
crushed
within
the
jaws
of
some
disturbed
alligator
.
The
dread
of
them
now
almost
equaled
the
fear
of
the
pursuing
hounds
.
The
moon
arose
after
a
time
,
its
mild
light
creeping
through
the
overspreading
branches
,
loaded
with
long
,
pendent
moss
.
I
kept
traveling
forwards
until
after
midnight
,
hoping
all
the
while
that
I
would
soon
emerge
into
some
less
desolate
and
dangerous
region
.
But
the
water
grew
deeper
and
the
walking
more
difficult
than
ever
.
I
perceived
it
would
be
impossible
to
proceed
much
farther
,
and
knew
not
,
moreover
,
what
hands
I
might
fall
into
,
should
I
succeed
in
reaching
a
human
habitation
.
Not
provided
with
a
pass
,
any
white
man
would
be
at
liberty
to
arrest
me
,
and
place
me
in
prison
until
such
time
as
my
master
should
"
prove
property
,
pay
charges
,
and
take
me
away
.
"
I
was
an
estray
,
and
if
so
unfortunate
as
to
meet
a
law-abiding
citizen
of
Louisiana
,
he
would
deem
it
his
duty
to
his
neighbor
,
perhaps
,
to
put
me
forthwith
in
the
pound
.
Really
,
it
was
difficult
to
determine
which
I
had
most
reason
to
fear
--
dogs
,
alligators
or
men
!
After
midnight
,
however
,
I
came
to
a
halt
.
Imagination
can
not
picture
the
dreariness
of
the
scene
.
The
swamp
was
resonant
with
the
quacking
of
innumerable
ducks
!
Since
the
foundation
of
the
earth
,
in
all
probability
,
a
human
footstep
had
never
before
so
far
penetrated
the
recesses
of
the
swamp
.
It
was
not
silent
now
--
silent
to
a
degree
that
rendered
it
oppressive
,
--
as
it
was
when
the
sun
was
shining
in
the
heavens
.
My
midnight
intrusion
had
awakened
the
feathered
tribes
,
which
seemed
to
throng
the
morass
in
hundreds
of
thousands
,
and
their
garrulous
throats
poured
forth
such
multitudinous
sounds
--
there
was
such
a
fluttering
of
wings
--
such
sullen
plunges
in
the
water
all
around
me
--
that
I
was
affrighted
and
appalled
.
All
the
fowls
of
the
air
,
and
all
the
creeping
things
of
the
earth
appeared
to
have
assembled
together
in
that
particular
place
,
for
the
purpose
of
filling
it
with
clamor
and
confusion
.
Not
by
human
dwellings
--
not
in
crowded
cities
alone
,
are
the
sights
and
sounds
of
life
.
The
wildest
places
of
the
earth
are
full
of
them
.
Even
in
the
heart
of
that
dismal
swamp
,
God
had
provided
a
refuge
and
a
dwelling
place
for
millions
of
living
things
.
The
moon
had
now
risen
above
the
trees
,
when
I
resolved
upon
a
new
project
.
Thus
far
I
had
endeavored
to
travel
as
nearly
south
as
possible
.
Turning
about
I
proceeded
in
a
north-west
direction
,
my
object
being
to
strike
the
Pine
Woods
in
the
vicinity
of
Master
Ford
's
.
Once
within
the
shadow
of
his
protection
,
I
felt
I
would
be
comparatively
safe
.
My
clothes
were
in
tatters
,
my
hands
,
face
,
and
body
covered
with
scratches
,
received
from
the
sharp
knots
of
fallen
trees
,
and
in
climbing
over
piles
of
brush
and
floodwood
.
My
bare
foot
was
full
of
thorns
.
I
was
besmeared
with
muck
and
mud
,
and
the
green
slime
that
had
collected
on
the
surface
of
the
dead
water
,
in
which
I
had
been
immersed
to
the
neck
many
times
during
the
day
and
night
.
Hour
after
hour
,
and
tiresome
indeed
had
they
become
,
I
continued
to
plod
along
on
my
north-west
course
.
The
water
began
to
grow
less
deep
,
and
the
ground
more
firm
under
my
feet
.
At
last
I
reached
the
Pacoudrie
,
the
same
wide
bayou
I
had
swam
while
"
outward
bound
.
"
I
swam
it
again
,
and
shortly
after
thought
I
heard
a
cock
crow
,
but
the
sound
was
faint
,
and
it
might
have
been
a
mockery
of
the
ear
.
The
water
receded
from
my
advancing
footsteps
--
now
I
had
left
the
bogs
behind
me
--
now
I
was
on
dry
land
that
gradually
ascended
to
the
plain
,
and
I
knew
I
was
somewhere
in
the
"
Great
Pine
Woods
.
"
Just
at
day-break
I
came
to
an
opening
--
a
sort
of
small
plantation
--
but
one
I
had
never
seen
before
.
In
the
edge
of
the
woods
I
came
upon
two
men
,
a
slave
and
his
young
master
,
engaged
in
catching
wild
hogs
.
The
white
man
I
knew
would
demand
my
pass
,
and
not
able
to
give
him
one
,
would
take
me
into
possession
.
I
was
too
wearied
to
run
again
,
and
too
desperate
to
be
taken
,
and
therefore
adopted
a
ruse
that
proved
entirely
successful
.
Assuming
a
fierce
expression
,
I
walked
directly
towards
him
,
looking
him
steadily
in
the
face
.
As
I
approached
,
he
moved
backwards
with
an
air
of
alarm
.
It
was
plain
he
was
much
affrighted
--
that
he
looked
upon
me
as
some
infernal
goblin
,
just
arisen
from
the
bowels
of
the
swamp
!
"
Where
does
William
Ford
live
?
"
I
demanded
,
in
no
gentle
tone
.
