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I
walked
out
into
the
yard
,
and
was
entering
the
kitchen
door
,
when
something
struck
me
in
the
back
.
Aunt
Phebe
,
emerging
from
the
back
door
of
the
great
house
with
a
pan
of
potatoes
,
had
thrown
one
of
them
with
unnecessary
violence
,
thereby
giving
me
to
understand
that
she
wished
to
speak
to
me
a
moment
confidentially
.
Running
up
to
me
,
she
whispered
in
my
ear
with
great
earnestness
,
"
Lor
a
'
mity
,
Platt
!
what
d'ye
think
?
Dem
two
men
come
after
ye
.
Heard
'em
tell
massa
you
free
--
got
wife
and
tree
children
back
thar
whar
you
come
from
.
Goin
'
wid
'em
?
Fool
if
ye
do
n't
--
wish
I
could
go
,
"
and
Aunt
Phebe
ran
on
in
this
manner
at
a
rapid
rate
.
Presently
Mistress
Epps
made
her
appearance
in
the
kitchen
.
She
said
many
things
to
me
,
and
wondered
why
I
had
not
told
her
who
I
was
.
She
expressed
her
regret
,
complimenting
me
by
saying
she
had
rather
lose
any
other
servant
on
the
plantation
.
Had
Patsey
that
day
stood
in
my
place
,
the
measure
of
my
mistress
'
joy
would
have
overflowed
.
Now
there
was
no
one
left
who
could
mend
a
chair
or
a
piece
of
furniture
--
no
one
who
was
of
any
use
about
the
house
--
no
one
who
could
play
for
her
on
the
violin
--
and
Mistress
Epps
was
actually
affected
to
tears
.
Epps
had
called
to
Bob
to
bring
up
his
saddle
horse
.
The
other
slaves
,
also
,
overcoming
their
fear
of
the
penalty
,
had
left
their
work
and
come
to
the
yard
.
They
were
standing
behind
the
cabins
,
out
of
sight
of
Epps
.
They
beckoned
me
to
come
to
them
,
and
with
all
the
eagerness
of
curiosity
,
excited
to
the
highest
pitch
,
conversed
with
and
questioned
me
.
If
I
could
repeat
the
exact
words
they
uttered
,
with
the
same
emphasis
--
if
I
could
paint
their
several
attitudes
,
and
the
expression
of
their
countenances
--
it
would
be
indeed
an
interesting
picture
.
In
their
estimation
,
I
had
suddenly
arisen
to
an
immeasurable
height
--
had
become
a
being
of
immense
importance
.
The
legal
papers
having
been
served
,
and
arrangements
made
with
Epps
to
meet
them
the
next
day
at
Marksville
,
Northup
and
the
sheriff
entered
the
carriage
to
return
to
the
latter
place
.
As
I
was
about
mounting
to
the
driver
's
seat
,
the
sheriff
said
I
ought
to
bid
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Epps
good
bye
.
I
ran
back
to
the
piazza
where
they
were
standing
,
and
taking
off
my
hat
,
said
,
"
Good-bye
,
missis
.
"
"
Good-bye
,
Platt
,
"
said
Mrs.
Epps
,
kindly
.
"
Good-bye
,
master
.
"
"
Ah
!
you
d
--
d
nigger
,
"
muttered
Epps
,
in
a
surly
,
malicious
tone
of
voice
,
"
you
need
n't
feel
so
cussed
tickled
--
you
ai
n't
gone
yet
--
I
'll
see
about
this
business
at
Marksville
to-morrow
.
"
I
was
only
a
"
nigger
"
and
knew
my
place
,
but
felt
as
strongly
as
if
I
had
been
a
white
man
,
that
it
would
have
been
an
inward
comfort
,
had
I
dared
to
have
given
him
a
parting
kick
.
On
my
way
back
to
the
carriage
,
Patsey
ran
from
behind
a
cabin
and
threw
her
arms
about
my
neck
.
