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Such
an
idea
as
insurrection
,
however
,
is
not
new
among
the
enslaved
population
of
Bayou
Bœuf
.
More
than
once
I
have
joined
in
serious
consultation
,
when
the
subject
has
been
discussed
,
and
there
have
been
times
when
a
word
from
me
would
have
placed
hundreds
of
my
fellow-bondsmen
in
an
attitude
of
defiance
.
Without
arms
or
ammunition
,
or
even
with
them
,
I
saw
such
a
step
would
result
in
certain
defeat
,
disaster
and
death
,
and
always
raised
my
voice
against
it
.
During
the
Mexican
war
I
well
remember
the
extravagant
hopes
that
were
excited
.
The
news
of
victory
filled
the
great
house
with
rejoicing
,
but
produced
only
sorrow
and
disappointment
in
the
cabin
.
In
my
opinion
--
and
I
have
had
opportunity
to
know
something
of
the
feeling
of
which
I
speak
--
there
are
not
fifty
slaves
on
the
shores
of
Bayou
Bœuf
,
but
would
hail
with
unmeasured
delight
the
approach
of
an
invading
army
.
They
are
deceived
who
flatter
themselves
that
the
ignorant
and
debased
slave
has
no
conception
of
the
magnitude
of
his
wrongs
.
They
are
deceived
who
imagine
that
he
arises
from
his
knees
,
with
back
lacerated
and
bleeding
,
cherishing
only
a
spirit
of
meekness
and
forgiveness
.
A
day
may
come
--
it
will
come
,
if
his
prayer
is
heard
--
a
terrible
day
of
vengeance
,
when
the
master
in
his
turn
will
cry
in
vain
for
mercy
.
Wiley
suffered
severely
at
the
hands
of
Master
Epps
,
as
has
been
related
in
the
preceding
chapter
,
but
in
this
respect
he
fared
no
worse
than
his
unfortunate
companions
.
"
Spare
the
rod
,
"
was
an
idea
scouted
by
our
master
.
He
was
constitutionally
subject
to
periods
of
ill-humor
,
and
at
such
times
,
however
little
provocation
there
might
be
,
a
certain
amount
of
punishment
was
inflicted
.
The
circumstances
attending
the
last
flogging
but
one
that
I
received
,
will
show
how
trivial
a
cause
was
sufficient
with
him
for
resorting
to
the
whip
.
A
Mr.
O'Niel
,
residing
in
the
vicinity
of
the
Big
Pine
Woods
,
called
upon
Epps
for
the
purpose
of
purchasing
me
.
He
was
a
tanner
and
currier
by
occupation
,
transacting
an
extensive
business
,
and
intended
to
place
me
at
service
in
some
department
of
his
establishment
,
provided
he
bought
me
.
Aunt
Phebe
,
while
preparing
the
dinner-table
in
the
great
house
,
overheard
their
conversation
.
On
returning
to
the
yard
at
night
,
the
old
woman
ran
to
meet
me
,
designing
,
of
course
,
to
overwhelm
me
with
the
news
.
She
entered
into
a
minute
repetition
of
all
she
had
heard
,
and
Aunt
Phebe
was
one
whose
ears
never
failed
to
drink
in
every
word
of
conversation
uttered
in
her
hearing
.
She
enlarged
upon
the
fact
that
"
Massa
Epps
was
g
'
wine
to
sell
me
to
a
tanner
ober
in
de
Pine
Woods
,
"
so
long
and
loudly
as
to
attract
the
attention
of
the
mistress
,
who
,
standing
unobserved
on
the
piazza
at
the
time
,
was
listening
to
our
conversation
.
"
Well
,
Aunt
Phebe
,
"
said
I
,
"
I
'm
glad
of
it
.
I
'm
tired
of
scraping
cotton
,
and
would
rather
be
a
tanner
.
I
hope
he
'll
buy
me
.
"
O'Niel
did
not
effect
a
purchase
,
however
,
the
parties
differing
as
to
price
,
and
the
morning
following
his
arrival
,
departed
homewards
.
He
had
been
gone
but
a
short
time
,
when
Epps
made
his
appearance
in
the
field
.
Now
nothing
will
more
violently
enrage
a
master
,
especially
Epps
,
than
the
intimation
of
one
of
his
servants
that
he
would
like
to
leave
him
.
Mistress
Epps
had
repeated
to
him
my
expressions
to
Aunt
Phebe
the
evening
previous
,
as
I
learned
from
the
latter
afterwards
,
the
mistress
having
mentioned
to
her
that
she
had
overheard
us
.
On
entering
the
field
,
Epps
walked
directly
to
me
.
"
So
,
Platt
,
you
're
tired
of
scraping
cotton
,
are
you
?
You
would
like
to
change
your
master
,
eh
?
You
're
fond
of
moving
round
--
traveler
--
ai
n't
ye
?
Ah
,
yes
--
like
to
travel
for
your
health
,
may
be
?
Feel
above
cotton-scraping
,
I
's
pose
.
So
you
're
going
into
the
tanning
business
?
Good
business
--
devilish
fine
business
.
Enterprising
nigger
!
B'lieve
I
'll
go
into
that
business
myself
.
Down
on
your
knees
,
and
strip
that
rag
off
your
back
!
I
'll
try
my
hand
at
tanning
.
"
I
begged
earnestly
,
and
endeavored
to
soften
him
with
excuses
,
but
in
vain
.
There
was
no
other
alternative
;
so
kneeling
down
,
I
presented
my
bare
back
for
the
application
of
the
lash
.
"
How
do
you
like
tanning
?
"
he
exclaimed
,
as
the
rawhide
descended
upon
my
flesh
.
"
How
do
you
like
tanning
?
"
he
repeated
at
every
blow
.
In
this
manner
he
gave
me
twenty
or
thirty
lashes
,
incessantly
giving
utterance
to
the
word
"
tanning
,
"
in
one
form
of
expression
or
another
.
