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I
replied
I
had
,
adding
some
complimentary
remarks
that
Myers
had
made
concerning
me
.
"
Well
,
boy
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
have
hired
you
of
your
master
to
work
for
me
in
the
"
Big
Cane
Brake
,
"
thirty-eight
miles
from
here
,
down
on
Red
River
.
"
This
man
was
Mr.
Eldret
,
who
lived
below
Ford
's
,
on
the
same
side
of
the
bayou
.
I
accompanied
him
to
his
plantation
,
and
in
the
morning
started
with
his
slave
Sam
,
and
a
wagon-load
of
provisions
,
drawn
by
four
mules
,
for
the
Big
Cane
,
Eldret
and
Myers
having
preceded
us
on
horseback
.
This
Sam
was
a
native
of
Charleston
,
where
he
had
a
mother
,
brother
and
sisters
.
He
"
allowed
"
--
a
common
word
among
both
black
and
white
--
that
Tibeats
was
a
mean
man
,
and
hoped
,
as
I
most
earnestly
did
also
,
that
his
master
would
buy
me
.
We
proceeded
down
the
south
shore
of
the
bayou
,
crossing
it
at
Carey
's
plantation
;
from
thence
to
Huff
Power
,
passing
which
,
we
came
upon
the
Bayou
Rouge
road
,
which
runs
towards
Red
River
.
After
passing
through
Bayou
Rouge
Swamp
,
and
just
at
sunset
,
turning
from
the
highway
,
we
struck
off
into
the
"
Big
Cane
Brake
.
"
We
followed
an
unbeaten
track
,
scarcely
wide
enough
to
admit
the
wagon
.
The
cane
,
such
as
are
used
for
fishing-rods
,
were
as
thick
as
they
could
stand
.
A
person
could
not
be
seen
through
them
the
distance
of
a
rod
.
The
paths
of
wild
beasts
run
through
them
in
various
directions
--
the
bear
and
the
American
tiger
abounding
in
these
brakes
,
and
wherever
there
is
a
basin
of
stagnant
water
,
it
is
full
of
alligators
.
We
kept
on
our
lonely
course
through
the
"
Big
Cane
"
several
miles
,
when
we
entered
a
clearing
,
known
as
"
Sutton
's
Field
.
"
Many
years
before
,
a
man
by
the
name
of
Sutton
had
penetrated
the
wilderness
of
cane
to
this
solitary
place
.
Tradition
has
it
,
that
he
fled
thither
,
a
fugitive
,
not
from
service
,
but
from
justice
.
Here
he
lived
alone
--
recluse
and
hermit
of
the
swamp
--
with
his
own
hands
planting
the
seed
and
gathering
in
the
harvest
.
One
day
a
band
of
Indians
stole
upon
his
solitude
,
and
after
a
bloody
battle
,
overpowered
and
massacred
him
.
For
miles
the
country
round
,
in
the
slaves
'
quarters
,
and
on
the
piazzas
of
"
great
houses
,
"
where
white
children
listen
to
superstitious
tales
,
the
story
goes
,
that
that
spot
,
in
the
heart
of
the
"
Big
Cane
,
"
is
a
haunted
place
.
For
more
than
a
quarter
of
a
century
,
human
voices
had
rarely
,
if
ever
,
disturbed
the
silence
of
the
clearing
.
Rank
and
noxious
weeds
had
overspread
the
once
cultivated
field
--
serpents
sunned
themselves
on
the
doorway
of
the
crumbling
cabin
.
It
was
indeed
a
dreary
picture
of
desolation
.
Passing
"
Sutton
's
Field
,
"
we
followed
a
new-cut
road
two
miles
farther
,
which
brought
us
to
its
termination
.
We
had
now
reached
the
wild
lands
of
Mr.
Eldret
,
where
he
contemplated
clearing
up
an
extensive
plantation
.
We
went
to
work
next
morning
with
our
cane-knives
,
and
cleared
a
sufficient
space
to
allow
the
erection
of
two
cabins
--
one
for
Myers
and
Eldret
,
the
other
for
Sam
,
myself
,
and
the
slaves
that
were
to
join
us
.
We
were
now
in
the
midst
of
trees
of
enormous
growth
,
whose
wide-spreading
branches
almost
shut
out
the
light
of
the
sun
,
while
the
space
between
the
trunks
was
an
impervious
mass
of
cane
,
with
here
and
there
an
occasional
palmetto
.
The
bay
and
the
sycamore
,
the
oak
and
the
cypress
,
reach
a
growth
unparalleled
,
in
those
fertile
lowlands
bordering
the
Red
River
.
From
every
tree
,
moreover
,
hang
long
,
large
masses
of
moss
,
presenting
to
the
eye
unaccustomed
to
them
,
a
striking
and
singular
appearance
.
This
moss
,
in
large
quantities
,
is
sent
north
,
and
there
used
for
manufacturing
purposes
.
We
cut
down
oaks
,
split
them
into
rails
,
and
with
these
erected
temporary
cabins
.
We
covered
the
roofs
with
the
broad
palmetto
leaf
,
an
excellent
substitute
for
shingles
,
as
long
as
they
last
.
The
greatest
annoyance
I
met
with
here
were
small
flies
,
gnats
and
mosquitoes
.
They
swarmed
the
air
.
They
penetrated
the
porches
of
the
ear
,
the
nose
,
the
eyes
,
the
mouth
.
They
sucked
themselves
beneath
the
skin
.
It
was
impossible
to
brush
or
beat
them
off
.
It
seemed
,
indeed
,
as
if
they
would
devour
us
--
carry
us
away
piecemeal
,
in
their
small
tormenting
mouths
.
