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The
allusion
to
myself
in
the
work
recently
issued
,
entitled
"
A
Key
to
Uncle
Tom
's
Cabin
,
"
contains
the
first
part
of
this
letter
,
omitting
the
postscript
.
Neither
are
the
full
names
of
the
gentlemen
to
whom
it
is
directed
correctly
stated
,
there
being
a
slight
discrepancy
,
probably
a
typographical
error
.
To
the
postscript
more
than
to
the
body
of
the
communication
am
I
indebted
for
my
liberation
,
as
will
presently
be
seen
.
When
Bass
returned
from
Marksville
he
informed
me
of
what
he
had
done
.
We
continued
our
midnight
consultations
,
never
speaking
to
each
other
through
the
day
,
excepting
as
it
was
necessary
about
the
work
.
As
nearly
as
he
was
able
to
ascertain
,
it
would
require
two
weeks
for
the
letter
to
reach
Saratoga
in
due
course
of
mail
,
and
the
same
length
of
time
for
an
answer
to
return
.
Within
six
weeks
,
at
the
farthest
,
we
concluded
,
an
answer
would
arrive
,
if
it
arrived
at
all
.
A
great
many
suggestions
were
now
made
,
and
a
great
deal
of
conversation
took
place
between
us
,
as
to
the
most
safe
and
proper
course
to
pursue
on
receipt
of
the
free
papers
.
They
would
stand
between
him
and
harm
,
in
case
we
were
overtaken
and
arrested
leaving
the
country
altogether
.
It
would
be
no
infringement
of
law
,
however
much
it
might
provoke
individual
hostility
,
to
assist
a
freeman
to
regain
his
freedom
.
At
the
end
of
four
weeks
he
was
again
at
Marksville
,
but
no
answer
had
arrived
.
I
was
sorely
disappointed
,
but
still
reconciled
myself
with
the
reflection
that
sufficient
length
of
time
had
not
yet
elapsed
--
that
there
might
have
been
delays
--
and
that
I
could
not
reasonably
expect
one
so
soon
.
Six
,
seven
,
eight
,
and
ten
weeks
passed
by
,
however
,
and
nothing
came
.
I
was
in
a
fever
of
suspense
whenever
Bass
visited
Marksville
,
and
could
scarcely
close
my
eyes
until
his
return
.
Finally
my
master
's
house
was
finished
,
and
the
time
came
when
Bass
must
leave
me
.
The
night
before
his
departure
I
was
wholly
given
up
to
despair
.
I
had
clung
to
him
as
a
drowning
man
clings
to
the
floating
spar
,
knowing
if
it
slips
from
his
grasp
he
must
forever
sink
beneath
the
waves
.
The
all-glorious
hope
,
upon
which
I
had
laid
such
eager
hold
,
was
crumbling
to
ashes
in
my
hands
.
I
felt
as
if
sinking
down
,
down
,
amidst
the
bitter
waters
of
Slavery
,
from
the
unfathomable
depths
of
which
I
should
never
rise
again
.
The
generous
heart
of
my
friend
and
benefactor
was
touched
with
pity
at
the
sight
of
my
distress
.
He
endeavored
to
cheer
me
up
,
promising
to
return
the
day
before
Christmas
,
and
if
no
intelligence
was
received
in
the
meantime
,
some
further
step
would
be
undertaken
to
effect
our
design
.
He
exhorted
me
to
keep
up
my
spirits
--
to
rely
upon
his
continued
efforts
in
my
behalf
,
assuring
me
,
in
most
earnest
and
impressive
language
,
that
my
liberation
should
,
from
thenceforth
,
be
the
chief
object
of
his
thoughts
.
In
his
absence
the
time
passed
slowly
indeed
.
I
looked
forward
to
Christmas
with
intense
anxiety
and
impatience
.
I
had
about
given
up
the
expectation
of
receiving
any
answer
to
the
letters
.
They
might
have
miscarried
,
or
might
have
been
misdirected
.
Perhaps
those
at
Saratoga
,
to
whom
they
had
been
addressed
,
were
all
dead
;
perhaps
,
engaged
in
their
pursuits
,
they
did
not
consider
the
fate
of
an
obscure
,
unhappy
black
man
of
sufficient
importance
to
be
noticed
.
My
whole
reliance
was
in
Bass
.
The
faith
I
had
in
him
was
continually
re-assuring
me
,
and
enabled
me
to
stand
up
against
the
tide
of
disappointment
that
had
overwhelmed
me
.
So
wholly
was
I
absorbed
in
reflecting
upon
my
situation
and
prospects
,
that
the
hands
with
whom
I
labored
in
the
field
often
observed
it
.
Patsey
would
ask
me
if
I
was
sick
,
and
Uncle
Abram
,
and
Bob
,
and
Wiley
frequently
expressed
a
curiosity
to
know
what
I
could
be
thinking
about
so
steadily
.
But
I
evaded
their
inquiries
with
some
light
remark
,
and
kept
my
thoughts
locked
closely
in
my
breast
.
Faithful
to
his
word
,
the
day
before
Christmas
,
just
at
night-fall
,
Bass
came
riding
into
the
yard
.
"
How
are
you
,
"
said
Epps
,
shaking
him
by
the
hand
,
"
glad
to
see
you
.
"
