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I
could
look
on
Epps
only
with
unutterable
loathing
and
abhorrence
,
and
thought
within
myself
--
"
Thou
devil
,
sooner
or
later
,
somewhere
in
the
course
of
eternal
justice
,
thou
shalt
answer
for
this
sin
!
"
Finally
,
he
ceased
whipping
from
mere
exhaustion
,
and
ordered
Phebe
to
bring
a
bucket
of
salt
and
water
.
After
washing
her
thoroughly
with
this
,
I
was
told
to
take
her
to
her
cabin
.
Untying
the
ropes
,
I
raised
her
in
my
arms
.
She
was
unable
to
stand
,
and
as
her
head
rested
on
my
shoulder
,
she
repeated
many
times
,
in
a
faint
voice
scarcely
perceptible
,
"
Oh
,
Platt
--
oh
,
Platt
!
"
but
nothing
further
.
Her
dress
was
replaced
,
but
it
clung
to
her
back
,
and
was
soon
stiff
with
blood
.
We
laid
her
on
some
boards
in
the
hut
,
where
she
remained
a
long
time
,
with
eyes
closed
and
groaning
in
agony
.
At
night
Phebe
applied
melted
tallow
to
her
wounds
,
and
so
far
as
we
were
able
,
all
endeavored
to
assist
and
console
her
.
Day
after
day
she
lay
in
her
cabin
upon
her
face
,
the
sores
preventing
her
resting
in
any
other
position
.
A
blessed
thing
it
would
have
been
for
her
--
days
and
weeks
and
months
of
misery
it
would
have
saved
her
--
had
she
never
lifted
up
her
head
in
life
again
.
Indeed
,
from
that
time
forward
she
was
not
what
she
had
been
.
The
burden
of
a
deep
melancholy
weighed
heavily
on
her
spirits
.
She
no
longer
moved
with
that
buoyant
and
elastic
step
--
there
was
not
that
mirthful
sparkle
in
her
eyes
that
formerly
distinguished
her
.
The
bounding
vigor
--
the
sprightly
,
laughter-loving
spirit
of
her
youth
,
were
gone
.
She
fell
into
a
mournful
and
desponding
mood
,
and
oftentimes
would
start
up
in
her
sleep
,
and
with
raised
hands
,
plead
for
mercy
.
She
became
more
silent
than
she
was
,
toiling
all
day
in
our
midst
,
not
uttering
a
word
.
A
care-worn
,
pitiful
expression
settled
on
her
face
,
and
it
was
her
humor
now
to
weep
,
rather
than
rejoice
.
If
ever
there
was
a
broken
heart
--
one
crushed
and
blighted
by
the
rude
grasp
of
suffering
and
misfortune
--
it
was
Patsey
's
.
She
had
been
reared
no
better
than
her
master
's
beast
--
looked
upon
merely
as
a
valuable
and
handsome
animal
--
and
consequently
possessed
but
a
limited
amount
of
knowledge
.
And
yet
a
faint
light
cast
its
rays
over
her
intellect
,
so
that
it
was
not
wholly
dark
.
She
had
a
dim
perception
of
God
and
of
eternity
,
and
a
still
more
dim
perception
of
a
Saviour
who
had
died
even
for
such
as
her
.
She
entertained
but
confused
notions
of
a
future
life
--
not
comprehending
the
distinction
between
the
corporeal
and
spiritual
existence
.
Happiness
,
in
her
mind
,
was
exemption
from
stripes
--
from
labor
--
from
the
cruelty
of
masters
and
overseers
.
Her
idea
of
the
joy
of
heaven
was
simply
rest
,
and
is
fully
expressed
in
these
lines
of
a
melancholy
bard
:
"
I
ask
no
paradise
on
high
,
With
cares
on
earth
oppressed
,
The
only
heaven
for
which
I
sigh
,
Is
rest
,
eternal
rest
.
"
It
is
a
mistaken
opinion
that
prevails
in
some
quarters
,
that
the
slave
does
not
understand
the
term
--
does
not
comprehend
the
idea
of
freedom
.
