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He
assured
me
earnestly
he
would
keep
every
word
I
might
speak
to
him
a
profound
secret
,
and
his
curiosity
was
evidently
strongly
excited
.
It
was
a
long
story
,
I
informed
him
,
and
would
take
some
time
to
relate
it
.
Master
Epps
would
be
back
soon
,
but
if
he
would
see
me
that
night
after
all
were
asleep
,
I
would
repeat
it
to
him
.
He
consented
readily
to
the
arrangement
,
and
directed
me
to
come
into
the
building
where
we
were
then
at
work
,
and
I
would
find
him
there
.
About
midnight
,
when
all
was
still
and
quiet
,
I
crept
cautiously
from
my
cabin
,
and
silently
entering
the
unfinished
building
,
found
him
awaiting
me
.
After
further
assurances
on
his
part
that
I
should
not
be
betrayed
,
I
began
a
relation
of
the
history
of
my
life
and
misfortunes
.
He
was
deeply
interested
,
asking
numerous
questions
in
reference
to
localities
and
events
.
Having
ended
my
story
I
besought
him
to
write
to
some
of
my
friends
at
the
North
,
acquainting
them
with
my
situation
,
and
begging
them
to
forward
free
papers
,
or
take
such
steps
as
they
might
consider
proper
to
secure
my
release
.
He
promised
to
do
so
,
but
dwelt
upon
the
danger
of
such
an
act
in
case
of
detection
,
and
now
impressed
upon
me
the
great
necessity
of
strict
silence
and
secresy
.
Before
we
parted
our
plan
of
operation
was
arranged
.
We
agreed
to
meet
the
next
night
at
a
specified
place
among
the
high
weeds
on
the
bank
of
the
bayou
,
some
distance
from
master
's
dwelling
.
There
he
was
to
write
down
on
paper
the
names
and
address
of
several
persons
,
old
friends
in
the
North
,
to
whom
he
would
direct
letters
during
his
next
visit
to
Marksville
.
It
was
not
deemed
prudent
to
meet
in
the
new
house
,
inasmuch
as
the
light
it
would
be
necessary
to
use
might
possibly
be
discovered
.
In
the
course
of
the
day
I
managed
to
obtain
a
few
matches
and
a
piece
of
candle
,
unperceived
,
from
the
kitchen
,
during
a
temporary
absence
of
Aunt
Phebe
.
Bass
had
pencil
and
paper
in
his
tool
chest
.
At
the
appointed
hour
we
met
on
the
bayou
bank
,
and
creeping
among
the
high
weeds
,
I
lighted
the
candle
,
while
he
drew
forth
pencil
and
paper
and
prepared
for
business
.
I
gave
him
the
names
of
William
Perry
,
Cephas
Parker
and
Judge
Marvin
,
all
of
Saratoga
Springs
,
Saratoga
county
,
New-York
.
I
had
been
employed
by
the
latter
in
the
United
States
Hotel
,
and
had
transacted
business
with
the
former
to
a
considerable
extent
,
and
trusted
that
at
least
one
of
them
would
be
still
living
at
that
place
.
He
carefully
wrote
the
names
,
and
then
remarked
,
thoughtfully
--
"
It
is
so
many
years
since
you
left
Saratoga
,
all
these
men
may
be
dead
,
or
may
have
removed
.
You
say
you
obtained
papers
at
the
custom
house
in
New-York
.
Probably
there
is
a
record
of
them
there
,
and
I
think
it
would
be
well
to
write
and
ascertain
.
"
I
agreed
with
him
,
and
again
repeated
the
circumstances
related
heretofore
,
connected
with
my
visit
to
the
custom
house
with
Brown
and
Hamilton
.
We
lingered
on
the
bank
of
the
bayou
an
hour
or
more
,
conversing
upon
the
subject
which
now
engrossed
our
thoughts
.
I
could
no
longer
doubt
his
fidelity
,
and
freely
spoke
to
him
of
the
many
sorrows
I
had
borne
in
silence
,
and
so
long
.
I
spoke
of
my
wife
and
children
,
mentioning
their
names
and
ages
,
and
dwelling
upon
the
unspeakable
happiness
it
would
be
to
clasp
them
to
my
heart
once
more
before
I
died
.
I
caught
him
by
the
hand
,
and
with
tears
and
passionate
entreaties
implored
him
to
befriend
me
--
to
restore
me
to
my
kindred
and
to
liberty
--
promising
I
would
weary
Heaven
the
remainder
of
my
life
with
prayers
that
it
would
bless
and
prosper
him
.
In
the
enjoyment
of
freedom
--
surrounded
by
the
associations
of
youth
,
and
restored
to
the
bosom
of
my
family
--
that
promise
is
not
yet
forgotten
,
nor
shall
it
ever
be
so
long
as
I
have
strength
to
raise
my
imploring
eyes
on
high
.
"
Oh
,
blessings
on
his
kindly
voice
and
on
his
silver
hair
,
And
blessings
on
his
whole
life
long
,
until
he
meet
me
there
.
"
He
overwhelmed
me
with
assurances
of
friendship
and
faithfulness
,
saying
he
had
never
before
taken
so
deep
an
interest
in
the
fate
of
any
one
.
He
spoke
of
himself
in
a
somewhat
mournful
tone
,
as
a
lonely
man
,
a
wanderer
about
the
world
--
that
he
was
growing
old
,
and
must
soon
reach
the
end
of
his
earthly
journey
,
and
lie
down
to
his
final
rest
without
kith
or
kin
to
mourn
for
him
,
or
to
remember
him
--
that
his
life
was
of
little
value
to
himself
,
and
henceforth
should
be
devoted
to
the
accomplishment
of
my
liberty
,
and
to
an
unceasing
warfare
against
the
accursed
shame
of
Slavery
.
