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"
You
have
sent
me
to
the
coast
,
but
I
shall
be
dead
;
I
shall
have
a
yoke
no
longer
,
and
I
shall
return
to
kill
you
.
"
Though
the
storm
of
the
day
before
had
ceased
,
the
weather
was
still
very
unsettled
.
It
was
,
besides
,
the
period
of
the
"
masika
,
"
the
second
period
of
the
rainy
season
,
under
this
zone
of
the
African
heaven
.
The
nights
in
particular
would
be
rainy
during
one
,
two
,
or
three
weeks
,
which
could
only
increase
the
misery
of
the
caravan
.
It
set
out
that
day
in
cloudy
weather
,
and
,
after
quitting
the
banks
of
the
Coanza
,
made
its
way
almost
directly
to
the
east
.
Fifty
soldiers
marched
at
the
head
,
a
hundred
on
each
of
the
two
sides
of
the
convoy
,
the
rest
as
a
rear-guard
.
It
would
be
difficult
for
the
prisoners
to
flee
,
even
if
they
had
not
been
chained
.
Women
,
children
,
and
men
were
going
pell-mell
,
and
the
overseers
urged
them
on
with
the
whip
.
There
were
unfortunate
mothers
who
,
nursing
one
child
,
held
a
second
by
the
hand
that
was
free
.
Others
dragged
these
little
beings
along
,
without
clothing
,
without
shoes
,
on
the
sharp
grasses
of
the
soil
.
The
chief
of
the
caravan
,
that
ferocious
Ibn
Hamis
,
who
had
interfered
in
the
struggle
between
Dick
Sand
and
his
overseer
,
watched
this
whole
troop
,
going
backwards
and
forwards
from
the
head
to
the
foot
of
the
long
column
.
If
his
agents
and
he
troubled
themselves
but
little
about
the
sufferings
of
their
captives
,
they
must
reckon
more
seriously
either
with
the
soldiers
who
claimed
some
additional
rations
,
or
with
the
"
pagazis
"
who
wanted
to
halt
.
Thence
discussions
;
often
even
an
exchange
of
brutality
.
The
slaves
suffered
more
from
the
overseers
'
constant
irritation
.
Nothing
was
heard
but
threats
from
one
side
,
and
cries
of
grief
from
the
other
.
Those
who
marched
in
the
last
ranks
treaded
a
soil
that
the
first
had
stained
with
their
blood
.
Dick
Sand
's
companions
,
always
carefully
kept
in
front
of
the
convoy
,
could
have
no
communication
with
him
.
They
advanced
in
file
,
the
neck
held
in
the
heavy
fork
,
which
did
not
permit
a
single
head-movement
.
The
whips
did
not
spare
them
any
more
than
their
sad
companions
in
misfortune
.
Bat
,
coupled
with
his
father
,
marched
before
him
,
taxing
his
ingenuity
not
to
shake
the
fork
,
choosing
the
best
places
to
step
on
,
because
old
Tom
must
pass
after
him
.
From
time
to
time
,
when
the
overseer
was
a
little
behind
,
he
uttered
various
words
of
encouragement
,
some
of
which
reached
Tom
.
He
even
tried
to
retard
his
march
,
if
he
felt
that
Tom
was
getting
tired
.
It
was
suffering
,
for
this
good
son
to
be
unable
to
turn
his
head
towards
his
good
father
,
whom
he
loved
.
Doubtless
,
Tom
had
the
satisfaction
of
seeing
his
son
;
however
,
he
paid
dear
for
it
.
How
many
times
great
tears
flowed
from
his
eyes
when
the
overseer
's
whip
fell
upon
Bat
!
It
was
a
worse
punishment
than
if
it
had
fallen
on
his
own
flesh
.
Austin
and
Acteon
marched
a
few
steps
behind
,
tied
to
each
other
,
and
brutally
treated
every
moment
.
Ah
,
how
they
envied
Hercules
's
fate
!
Whatever
were
the
dangers
that
threatened
the
latter
in
that
savage
country
,
he
could
at
least
use
his
strength
and
defend
his
life
.
During
the
first
moments
of
their
captivity
,
old
Tom
had
finally
made
known
the
whole
truth
to
his
companions
.
They
had
learned
from
him
,
to
their
profound
astonishment
,
that
they
were
in
Africa
;
that
Negoro
's
and
Harris
's
double
treachery
had
first
thrown
them
there
,
and
then
led
them
away
,
and
that
no
pity
was
to
be
expected
from
their
masters
.
