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and I may live to see neither of them again." My curiosity was naturally much excited to learn more, but nothing further being volunteered, and the conversation soon turning to other topics, I left the table with it unsatisfied. After enjoying a quiet hour with the Colonel in the smoking-room, he invited me to join him in a ride over the plantation. I gladly assented, and Jim shortly announced the horses were in waiting. That darky, who invariably attended his master when the latter proceeded from home, accompanied us. As we were mounting I bethought me of Scip, and asked where he was. "He'm gwine to gwo, massa, and want to say good-by to you." It seemed madness for Scip to start on a journey of seventy miles without rest, so I requested the Colonel to let him remain till the next day. He cheerfully assented, and sent Jim to find him. While waiting for the darky, I spoke of how faithfully he had served me during my journey. "He's a splendid nigger," replied the Colonel; "worth his weight in gold. If affairs were more settled I would buy him." "But Colonel A---- tells me he is too intelligent. He objects to 'knowing' niggers." "_I_ do not," replied my host, "if they are honest, and I would trust Scip with uncounted gold. Look at him," he continued, as the negro approached; "were flesh and bones ever better put together?" The darky _was_ a fine specimen of sable humanity, and I readily understood why the practiced eye of the Colonel appreciated his physical developments. "Scip," I said, "you must not think of going to-day; the Colonel will be glad to let you remain until you are fully rested." "Tank you, massa, tank you bery much, but de ole man will spec' me, and I orter gwo." "Oh, never mind old----," said the Colonel, "I'll take care of him." "Tank you, Cunnel, den I'll stay har till de mornin'." Taking a by-path which led through the forest in the rear of the mansion, we soon reached a small stream, and, following its course for a short distance, came upon a turpentine distillery, which the Colonel explained to me was one of three that prepared the product of his plantation for market, and provided for his family of nearly three hundred souls. It was enclosed, or rather roofed, by a rude structure of rough boards, which was open at the sides, and sustained on a number of pine poles about thirty feet in height, and bore a strong resemblance to the usual covering of a New England haystac
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