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I
could
scarcely
credit
my
own
senses
as
the
words
fell
from
his
lips
.
But
he
assured
me
,
in
a
manner
that
left
no
doubt
of
the
sincerity
of
his
intention
,
that
if
his
life
was
spared
until
spring
,
he
should
certainly
undertake
the
journey
.
"
I
have
lived
in
this
region
long
enough
,
"
he
continued
;
"
I
may
as
well
be
in
one
place
as
another
.
For
a
long
time
I
have
been
thinking
of
going
back
once
more
to
the
place
where
I
was
born
.
I
'm
tired
of
Slavery
as
well
as
you
.
If
I
can
succeed
in
getting
you
away
from
here
,
it
will
be
a
good
act
that
I
shall
like
to
think
of
all
my
life
.
And
I
shall
succeed
,
Platt
;
I
'm
bound
to
do
it
.
Now
let
me
tell
you
what
I
want
.
Epps
will
be
up
soon
,
and
it
wo
n't
do
to
be
caught
here
.
Think
of
a
great
many
men
at
Saratoga
and
Sandy
Hill
,
and
in
that
neighborhood
,
who
once
knew
you
.
I
shall
make
excuse
to
come
here
again
in
the
course
of
the
winter
,
when
I
will
write
down
their
names
.
I
will
then
know
who
to
call
on
when
I
go
north
.
Think
of
all
you
can
.
Cheer
up
!
Do
n't
be
discouraged
.
I
'm
with
you
,
life
or
death
.
Good-bye
.
God
bless
you
,
"
and
saying
this
he
left
the
cabin
quickly
,
and
entered
the
great
house
.
It
was
Christmas
morning
--
the
happiest
day
in
the
whole
year
for
the
slave
.
That
morning
he
need
not
hurry
to
the
field
,
with
his
gourd
and
cotton-bag
.
Happiness
sparkled
in
the
eyes
and
overspread
the
countenances
of
all
.
The
time
of
feasting
and
dancing
had
come
.
The
cane
and
cotton
fields
were
deserted
.
That
day
the
clean
dress
was
to
be
donned
--
the
red
ribbon
displayed
;
there
were
to
be
re-unions
,
and
joy
and
laughter
,
and
hurrying
to
and
fro
.
It
was
to
be
a
day
of
liberty
among
the
children
of
Slavery
.
Wherefore
they
were
happy
,
and
rejoiced
.
After
breakfast
Epps
and
Bass
sauntered
about
the
yard
,
conversing
upon
the
price
of
cotton
,
and
various
other
topics
.
"
Where
do
your
niggers
hold
Christmas
?
"
Bass
inquired
.
"
Platt
is
going
to
Tanners
to-day
.
His
fiddle
is
in
great
demand
.
They
want
him
at
Marshall
's
Monday
,
and
Miss
Mary
McCoy
,
on
the
old
Norwood
plantation
,
writes
me
a
note
that
she
wants
him
to
play
for
her
niggers
Tuesday
.
"
"
He
is
rather
a
smart
boy
,
ai
n't
he
?
"
said
Bass
.
"
Come
here
,
Platt
,
"
he
added
,
looking
at
me
as
I
walked
up
to
them
,
as
if
he
had
never
thought
before
to
take
any
special
notice
of
me
.
"
Yes
,
"
replied
Epps
,
taking
hold
of
my
arm
and
feeling
it
,
"
there
is
n't
a
bad
joint
in
him
.
There
ai
n't
a
boy
on
the
bayou
worth
more
than
he
is
--
perfectly
sound
,
and
no
bad
tricks
.
D
--
n
him
,
he
is
n't
like
other
niggers
;
does
n't
look
like
'em
--
do
n't
act
like
'em
.
I
was
offered
seventeen
hundred
dollars
for
him
last
week
.
"
"
And
did
n't
take
it
?
"
Bass
inquired
,
with
an
air
of
surprise
.
"
Take
it
--
no
;
devilish
clear
of
it
.
Why
,
he
's
a
reg
'
lar
genius
;
can
make
a
plough
beam
,
wagon
tongue
--
anything
,
as
well
as
you
can
.
Marshall
wanted
to
put
up
one
of
his
niggers
agin
him
and
raffle
for
them
,
but
I
told
him
I
would
see
the
devil
have
him
first
.
"
