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"
How
very
thoughtful
of
the
young
fellow
!
"
remarked
Poindexter
.
"
I
really
feel
regret
at
not
having
asked
for
his
name
.
If
he
belong
to
the
Fort
,
we
shall
see
him
again
.
"
"
No
doubt
of
it
,
"
assented
his
son
.
"
I
hope
we
shall
.
"
His
daughter
,
reclining
in
shadow
,
overheard
the
conjectural
speech
,
as
well
as
the
rejoinder
.
She
said
nothing
;
but
her
glance
towards
Henry
seemed
to
declare
that
her
heart
fondly
echoed
the
hope
.
Cheered
by
the
prospect
of
soon
terminating
a
toilsome
journey
--
as
also
by
the
pleasant
anticipation
of
beholding
,
before
sunset
,
his
new
purchase
--
the
planter
was
in
one
of
his
happiest
moods
.
His
aristocratic
bosom
was
moved
by
an
unusual
amount
of
condescension
,
to
all
around
him
.
He
chatted
familiarly
with
his
overseer
;
stopped
to
crack
a
joke
with
"
Uncle
"
Scipio
,
hobbling
along
on
blistered
heels
;
and
encouraged
"
Aunt
"
Chloe
in
the
transport
of
her
piccaninny
.
"
Marvellous
!
"
might
the
observer
exclaim
--
misled
by
such
exceptional
interludes
,
so
pathetically
described
by
the
scribblers
in
Lucifer
's
pay
--
"
what
a
fine
patriarchal
institution
is
slavery
,
after
all
!
After
all
we
have
said
and
done
to
abolish
it
!
A
waste
of
sympathy
--
sheer
philanthropic
folly
to
attempt
the
destruction
of
this
ancient
edifice
--
worthy
corner-stone
to
a
'
chivalric
'
nation
!
Oh
,
ye
abolition
fanatics
!
why
do
ye
clamour
against
it
?
Know
ye
not
that
some
must
suffer
--
must
work
and
starve
--
that
others
may
enjoy
the
luxury
of
idleness
?
That
some
must
be
slaves
,
that
others
may
be
free
?
"
Such
arguments
--
at
which
a
world
might
weep
--
have
been
of
late
but
too
often
urged
.
Woe
to
the
man
who
speaks
,
and
the
nation
that
gives
ear
to
them
!
The
planter
's
high
spirits
were
shared
by
his
party
,
Calhoun
alone
excepted
.
They
were
reflected
in
the
faces
of
his
black
bondsmen
,
who
regarded
him
as
the
source
,
and
dispenser
,
of
their
happiness
,
or
misery
--
omnipotent
--
next
to
God
.
They
loved
him
less
than
God
,
and
feared
him
more
;
though
he
was
by
no
means
a
bad
master
--
that
is
,
by
comparison
.
He
did
not
absolutely
take
delight
in
torturing
them
.
He
liked
to
see
them
well
fed
and
clad
--
their
epidermis
shining
with
the
exudation
of
its
own
oil
.
These
signs
bespoke
the
importance
of
their
proprietor
--
himself
.
He
was
satisfied
to
let
them
off
with
an
occasional
"
cow-hiding
"
--
salutary
,
he
would
assure
you
;
and
in
all
his
"
stock
"
there
was
not
one
black
skin
marked
with
the
mutilations
of
vengeance
--
a
proud
boast
for
a
Mississippian
slave-owner
,
and
more
than
most
could
truthfully
lay
claim
to
.
In
the
presence
of
such
an
exemplary
owner
,
no
wonder
that
the
cheerfulness
was
universal
--
or
that
the
slaves
should
partake
of
their
master
's
joy
,
and
give
way
to
their
garrulity
.
It
was
not
destined
that
this
joyfulness
should
continue
to
the
end
of
their
journey
.
It
was
after
a
time
interrupted
--
not
suddenly
,
nor
by
any
fault
on
the
part
of
those
indulging
in
it
,
but
by
causes
and
circumstances
over
which
they
had
not
the
slightest
control
.
