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"
Yes
,
he
wanted
me
to
hire
him
,
"
answered
Epps
.
"
That
's
it
,
"
said
I
,
"
he
wants
to
make
you
believe
we
're
all
going
to
run
away
,
and
then
he
thinks
you
'll
hire
an
overseer
to
watch
us
.
He
just
made
that
story
out
of
whole
cloth
,
'cause
he
wants
to
get
a
situation
.
It
's
all
a
lie
,
master
,
you
may
depend
o
n't
.
"
Epps
mused
awhile
,
evidently
impressed
with
the
plausibility
of
my
theory
,
and
exclaimed
,
"
I
'm
d
--
d
,
Platt
,
if
I
do
n't
believe
you
tell
the
truth
.
He
must
take
me
for
a
soft
,
to
think
he
can
come
it
over
me
with
them
kind
of
yarns
,
mus
n't
he
?
Maybe
he
thinks
he
can
fool
me
;
maybe
he
thinks
I
do
n't
know
nothing
--
ca
n't
take
care
of
my
own
niggers
,
eh
!
Soft
soap
old
Epps
,
eh
!
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
D
--
n
Armsby
!
Set
the
dogs
on
him
,
Platt
,
"
and
with
many
other
comments
descriptive
of
Armsby
's
general
character
,
and
his
capability
of
taking
care
of
his
own
business
,
and
attending
to
his
own
"
niggers
,
"
Master
Epps
left
the
cabin
.
As
soon
as
he
was
gone
I
threw
the
letter
in
the
fire
,
and
,
with
a
desponding
and
despairing
heart
,
beheld
the
epistle
which
had
cost
me
so
much
anxiety
and
thought
,
and
which
I
fondly
hoped
would
have
been
my
forerunner
to
the
land
of
freedom
,
writhe
and
shrivel
on
its
bed
of
coals
,
and
dissolve
into
smoke
and
ashes
.
Armsby
,
the
treacherous
wretch
,
was
driven
from
Shaw
's
plantation
not
long
subsequently
,
much
to
my
relief
,
for
I
feared
he
might
renew
his
conversation
,
and
perhaps
induce
Epps
to
credit
him
.
I
knew
not
now
whither
to
look
for
deliverance
.
Hopes
sprang
up
in
my
heart
only
to
be
crushed
and
blighted
.
The
summer
of
my
life
was
passing
away
;
I
felt
I
was
growing
prematurely
old
;
that
a
few
years
more
,
and
toil
,
and
grief
,
and
the
poisonous
miasmas
of
the
swamps
would
accomplish
their
work
upon
me
--
would
consign
me
to
the
grave
's
embrace
,
to
moulder
and
be
forgotten
.
Repelled
,
betrayed
,
cut
off
from
the
hope
of
succor
,
I
could
only
prostrate
myself
upon
the
earth
and
groan
in
unutterable
anguish
.
The
hope
of
rescue
was
the
only
light
that
cast
a
ray
of
comfort
on
my
heart
.
That
was
now
flickering
,
faint
and
low
;
another
breath
of
disappointment
would
extinguish
it
altogether
,
leaving
me
to
grope
in
midnight
darkness
to
the
end
of
life
.
The
year
1850
,
down
to
which
time
I
have
now
arrived
,
omitting
many
occurrences
uninteresting
to
the
reader
,
was
an
unlucky
year
for
my
companion
Wiley
,
the
husband
of
Phebe
,
whose
taciturn
and
retiring
nature
has
thus
far
kept
him
in
the
background
.
Notwithstanding
Wiley
seldom
opened
his
mouth
,
and
revolved
in
his
obscure
and
unpretending
orbit
without
a
grumble
,
nevertheless
the
warm
elements
of
sociality
were
strong
in
the
bosom
of
that
silent
"
nigger
.
"
In
the
exuberance
of
his
self-reliance
,
disregarding
the
philosophy
of
Uncle
Abram
,
and
setting
the
counsels
of
Aunt
Phebe
utterly
at
naught
,
he
had
the
fool-hardiness
to
essay
a
nocturnal
visit
to
a
neighboring
cabin
without
a
pass
.
So
attractive
was
the
society
in
which
he
found
himself
,
that
Wiley
took
little
note
of
the
passing
hours
,
and
the
light
began
to
break
in
the
east
before
he
was
aware
.
Speeding
homeward
as
fast
as
he
could
run
,
he
hoped
to
reach
the
quarters
before
the
horn
would
sound
;
but
,
unhappily
,
he
was
spied
on
the
way
by
a
company
of
patrollers
.
How
it
is
in
other
dark
places
of
slavery
,
I
do
not
know
,
but
on
Bayou
Bœuf
there
is
an
organization
of
patrollers
,
as
they
are
styled
,
whose
business
it
is
to
seize
and
whip
any
slave
they
may
find
wandering
from
the
plantation
.
They
ride
on
horseback
,
headed
by
a
captain
,
armed
,
and
accompanied
by
dogs
.
They
have
the
right
,
either
by
law
,
or
by
general
consent
,
to
inflict
discretionary
chastisement
upon
a
black
man
caught
beyond
the
boundaries
of
his
master
's
estate
without
a
pass
,
and
even
to
shoot
him
,
if
he
attempts
to
escape
.
Each
company
has
a
certain
distance
to
ride
up
and
down
the
bayou
.
They
are
compensated
by
the
planters
,
who
contribute
in
proportion
to
the
number
of
slaves
they
own
.
The
clatter
of
their
horses
'
hoofs
dashing
by
can
be
heard
at
all
hours
of
the
night
,
and
frequently
they
may
be
seen
driving
a
slave
before
them
,
or
leading
him
by
a
rope
fastened
around
his
neck
,
to
his
owner
's
plantation
.
