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After
this
time
we
seldom
spoke
to
,
or
recognized
each
other
.
He
was
,
moreover
,
less
free
in
his
conversation
with
Epps
on
the
subject
of
Slavery
.
The
remotest
suspicion
that
there
was
any
unusual
intimacy
--
any
secret
understanding
between
us
--
never
once
entered
the
mind
of
Epps
,
or
any
other
person
,
white
or
black
,
on
the
plantation
.
I
am
often
asked
,
with
an
air
of
incredulity
,
how
I
succeeded
so
many
years
in
keeping
from
my
daily
and
constant
companions
the
knowledge
of
my
true
name
and
history
.
The
terrible
lesson
Burch
taught
me
,
impressed
indelibly
upon
my
mind
the
danger
and
uselessness
of
asserting
I
was
a
freeman
.
There
was
no
possibility
of
any
slave
being
able
to
assist
me
,
while
,
on
the
other
hand
,
there
was
a
possibility
of
his
exposing
me
.
When
it
is
recollected
the
whole
current
of
my
thoughts
,
for
twelve
years
,
turned
to
the
contemplation
of
escape
,
it
will
not
be
wondered
at
,
that
I
was
always
cautious
and
on
my
guard
.
It
would
have
been
an
act
of
folly
to
have
proclaimed
my
right
to
freedom
;
it
would
only
have
subjected
me
to
severer
scrutiny
--
probably
have
consigned
me
to
some
more
distant
and
inaccessible
region
than
even
Bayou
Bœuf
.
Edwin
Epps
was
a
person
utterly
regardless
of
a
black
man
's
rights
or
wrongs
--
utterly
destitute
of
any
natural
sense
of
justice
,
as
I
well
knew
.
It
was
important
,
therefore
,
not
only
as
regarded
my
hope
of
deliverance
,
but
also
as
regarded
the
few
personal
privileges
I
was
permitted
to
enjoy
,
to
keep
from
him
the
history
of
my
life
.
The
Saturday
night
subsequent
to
our
interview
at
the
water
's
edge
,
Bass
went
home
to
Marksville
.
The
next
day
,
being
Sunday
,
he
employed
himself
in
his
own
room
writing
letters
.
One
he
directed
to
the
Collector
of
Customs
at
New-York
,
another
to
Judge
Marvin
,
and
another
to
Messrs.
Parker
and
Perry
jointly
.
The
latter
was
the
one
which
led
to
my
recovery
.
He
subscribed
my
true
name
,
but
in
the
postscript
intimated
I
was
not
the
writer
.
The
letter
itself
shows
that
he
considered
himself
engaged
in
a
dangerous
undertaking
--
no
less
than
running
"
the
risk
of
his
life
,
if
detected
.
"
I
did
not
see
the
letter
before
it
was
mailed
,
but
have
since
obtained
a
copy
,
which
is
here
inserted
:
"
Bayou
Bœuf
,
August
15
,
1852
.
"
Mr.
William
Perry
or
Mr.
Cephas
Parker
:
"
Gentlemen
--
It
having
been
a
long
time
since
I
have
seen
or
heard
from
you
,
and
not
knowing
that
you
are
living
,
it
is
with
uncertainty
that
I
write
to
you
,
but
the
necessity
of
the
case
must
be
my
excuse
.
"
Having
been
born
free
,
just
across
the
river
from
you
,
I
am
certain
you
must
know
me
,
and
I
am
here
now
a
slave
.
I
wish
you
to
obtain
free
papers
for
me
,
and
forward
them
to
me
at
Marksville
,
Louisiana
,
Parish
of
Avoyelles
,
and
oblige
"
Yours
,
SOLOMON
NORTHUP
.
"
The
way
I
came
to
be
a
slave
,
I
was
taken
sick
in
Washington
City
,
and
was
insensible
for
some
time
.
When
I
recovered
my
reason
,
I
was
robbed
of
my
free-papers
,
and
in
irons
on
my
way
to
this
State
,
and
have
never
been
able
to
get
any
one
to
write
for
me
until
now
;
and
he
that
is
writing
for
me
runs
the
risk
of
his
life
if
detected
.
"
