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"
Did
you
ever
live
there
?
"
"
Yes
,
master
--
born
and
bred
there
.
"
"
You
was
free
,
then
.
Now
you
d
--
--
d
nigger
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
why
did
you
not
tell
me
that
when
I
bought
you
?
"
"
Master
Epps
,
"
I
answered
,
in
a
somewhat
different
tone
than
the
one
in
which
I
had
been
accustomed
to
address
him
--
"
Master
Epps
,
you
did
not
take
the
trouble
to
ask
me
;
besides
,
I
told
one
of
my
owners
--
the
man
that
kidnapped
me
--
that
I
was
free
,
and
was
whipped
almost
to
death
for
it
.
"
"
It
seems
there
has
been
a
letter
written
for
you
by
somebody
.
Now
,
who
is
it
?
"
he
demanded
,
authoritatively
.
I
made
no
reply
.
"
I
say
,
who
wrote
that
letter
?
"
he
demanded
again
.
"
Perhaps
I
wrote
it
myself
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
have
n't
been
to
Marksville
post-office
and
back
before
light
,
I
know
.
"
He
insisted
upon
my
informing
him
,
and
I
insisted
I
would
not
.
He
made
many
vehement
threats
against
the
man
,
whoever
he
might
be
,
and
intimated
the
bloody
and
savage
vengeance
he
would
wreak
upon
him
,
when
he
found
him
out
.
His
whole
manner
and
language
exhibited
a
feeling
of
anger
towards
the
unknown
person
who
had
written
for
me
,
and
of
fretfulness
at
the
idea
of
losing
so
much
property
.
Addressing
Mr.
Northup
,
he
swore
if
he
had
only
had
an
hour
's
notice
of
his
coming
,
he
would
have
saved
him
the
trouble
of
taking
me
back
to
New-York
;
that
he
would
have
run
me
into
the
swamp
,
or
some
other
place
out
of
the
way
,
where
all
the
sheriffs
on
earth
could
n't
have
found
me
.
