ken breath, said, 'You're safe _now_, but if you're found within
ten miles of my plantation by sunrise, by G---- you're a dead man.'
The negro relinquished his hold, and, without saying a word, walked
slowly away.
'Jim, you d---- rascal,' said the Colonel to that courageous darky, who
was skulking off, 'raise every nigger on the plantation, catch Moye, or
I'll flog you within an inch of your life.'
'I'll do dat, Cunnel; I'll kotch de ole debil, ef he's dis side de hot
place.'
His words were echoed by about twenty other darkies, who, attracted by
the noise of the fracas, had gathered within a safe distance of the
cabin. They went off with Jim, to raise the other plantation hands, and
inaugurate the hunt.
'If that d---- nigger hadn't held me, I'd had Moye in h---- by this
time,' said the Colonel to me, still livid with excitement.
'The law will deal with him. The negro has saved you from murder, my
friend.'
'The law be d----; it's too good for such a -- hound; and that the d----
nigger should have dared to hold me,--by G----, he'll rue it.'
He then turned, exhausted with the recent struggle, and, with a weak,
uncertain step, entered the cabin. Kneeling down by the dead body of the
negro, he attempted to raise it; but his strength was gone. Motioning to
me to aid him, we placed the corpse on the bed. Tearing open the
clothing, we wiped away the still flowing blood, and saw the terrible
wound which had sent the negro to his account. It was sickening to look
on, and I turned to go.
The negro woman, who was weeping and wringing her hands, now approached
the bed, and, in a voice nearly choked with sobs, said,--
'Massa, oh massa, I done it! it's me dat killed him!'
'I know you did, you d---- ----. Get out of my sight.'
'Oh, massa,' sobbed the woman, falling on her knees, 'I'se so sorry; oh,
forgib me!'
'Go to ----, you ---- ----, that's the place for you,' said the Colonel,
striking the kneeling woman with his foot, and felling her to the floor.
Unwilling to see or hear more, I left the master with the slave. A
quarter of a mile through the woods brought me to the cabin of the old
negress where Scip lodged. I rapped at the door, and was admitted by the
old woman. Scip, nearly asleep, was lying on a pile of blankets in the
corner.
'Are you mad?' I said to him. 'The Colonel is frantic with rage, and
swears he will kill you. You must be off at once.'
'No, no, massa; neber fear; I knows him. He'd
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