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Throughout
the
live-long
night
Zeb
Stump
never
closed
both
eyes
at
the
same
time
.
One
was
always
on
the
watch
;
and
the
unflagging
earnestness
,
with
which
he
maintained
it
,
proclaimed
him
to
be
acting
under
the
influence
of
some
motive
beyond
the
common
.
During
the
earlier
hours
he
was
not
without
sounds
to
cheer
,
or
at
least
relieve
,
the
monotony
of
his
lonely
vigil
.
There
was
the
hum
of
voices
from
the
slave
cabins
;
with
now
and
then
a
peal
of
laughter
.
But
this
was
more
suppressed
than
customary
;
nor
was
it
accompanied
by
the
clear
strain
of
the
violin
,
or
the
lively
tink-a-tink
of
the
banjo
--
sounds
almost
characteristic
of
the
"
negro-quarter
,
"
at
night
.
The
sombre
silence
that
hung
over
the
"
big
house
"
extended
to
the
hearths
of
its
sable
retainers
.
Before
midnight
the
voices
became
hushed
,
and
stillness
reigned
everywhere
;
broken
only
at
intervals
by
the
howl
of
a
straying
hound
--
uttered
in
response
to
the
howl-bark
of
a
coyoté
taking
care
to
keep
far
out
upon
the
plain
.
The
watcher
had
spent
a
wearisome
day
,
and
could
have
slept
--
but
for
his
thoughts
.
Once
when
these
threatened
to
forsake
him
,
and
he
was
in
danger
of
dozing
,
he
started
suddenly
to
his
feet
;
took
a
turn
or
two
over
the
sward
;
and
,
then
lying
down
again
,
re-lit
his
pipe
;
stuck
his
head
into
the
heart
of
the
bush
;
and
smoked
away
till
the
bowl
was
burnt
empty
.
During
all
this
time
,
he
kept
his
eyes
upon
the
great
gateway
of
the
mansion
;
whose
massive
door
--
he
could
tell
by
the
moonlight
shining
upon
it
--
remained
shut
.
Again
did
he
change
his
post
of
observation
;
the
sun
's
rising
--
as
its
setting
had
done
--
seeming
to
give
him
the
cue
.
As
the
first
tint
of
dawn
displayed
itself
on
the
horizon
,
he
rose
gently
to
his
feet
;
clutched
the
blanket
so
as
to
bring
its
edges
in
contact
across
his
breast
;
and
,
turning
his
back
upon
Casa
del
Corvo
,
walked
slowly
away
--
taking
the
same
track
by
which
he
had
approached
it
on
the
preceding
night
.
And
again
with
unequal
steps
:
at
short
intervals
stopping
and
looking
back
--
under
his
arm
,
or
over
his
shoulder
.
Nowhere
did
he
make
a
prolonged
pause
;
until
reaching
the
locust-tree
,
under
whose
shade
he
had
made
his
evening
meal
;
and
there
,
in
the
same
identical
attitude
,
he
proceeded
to
break
his
fast
.
