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he trunks of the trees, that the hindrance lay; and I had many a struggle among the branches, and many a zigzag turn to make, before I could get my eyes upon the object I was in pursuit of. However, I at length succeeded in doing so. The underwood came to an end. The misshapen cypress trunks alone stood up out of the miry, black soil; and far off, down one of their dark aisles, I caught sight of the negro, still running at the top of his speed. Fortunately his garments were light-coloured, else under the sombre shadow I could not have made him out. As it was, I had only a glimpse of him, and at a good distance off. But I had cleared the thicket, and could run freely. Swiftness had now everything to do with the race; and in less than five minutes after I was close upon the heels of the black, and calling to him to halt. "Stop!" I shouted. "For God's sake, stop!" No notice was taken of my appeals. The negro did not even turn his head, but ran on, floundering through the mud. "Stop!" I repeated, as loudly as my exhausted breath would permit. "Stop, man! why do you run from me? I mean you no harm." Neither did this speech produce any effect. No reply was given. If anything, I fancied that he increased his speed; or rather, perhaps, he had got through the quagmire, and was running upon firm ground while I was just entering upon the former. I fancied that the distance between us was again widening; and began to fear he might still elude me. I felt that my life was on the result. Without him to guide me from the forest, I would miserably perish. He _must_ guide me. Willing or unwilling, I should force him to the office. "Stop," I again cried out; "halt, or I fire!" I had raised my gun. Both barrels were loaded. I had spoken in all seriousness. I should in reality have fired--not to kill, but to detain him. The shot might injure him, but I could not help it. I had no choice--no other means of saving my own life. I repeated the awful summons:-- "Stop--or I fire!" This time my tone was earnest. It left no doubt of my intention; and this seemed to be the impression it produced upon the black; for, suddenly halting in his tracks, he wheeled about, and stood facing me. "Fire! and be dam!" cried he; "have a care, white man--don't you miss. By Gor-amighty! if ya do, your life's mine. See dis knife! fire now and be dam!" As he spoke he stood full fronting me, his broad chest thrown
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