I trabbeled
hard's I could all night,--'bout fifteen mile, I reckon,--an' den as
'twas gittin' toward mornin' I hid away in a swamp. Ye see I felt
drefful bad, for I could year way off, but plain enuff, de bayin' of de
hounds, an' I knew dat de men an' de guns an' de dogs was all after me;
but de day passed an' dey didn't come. So de next night I started off
agen, an' run an' walked hard all night, an' towards mornin' I went up
to a little house standen off from de road, thinking it was a nigger
house, an' jest as I got up to it out walked a white woman scarin' me
awfully, an' de fust ting she axed me was what I wanted."
"Tight slave!" interrupted Jim,--"what d'ye do then?"
"Well, massa, ye see I saw mighty quick I was in for a lie anyhow, so I
said, 'Is massa at home?' 'Yes,' says she,--an' sure nuff, he cum right
out. 'Hello, nigger!' he said when he seed me, 'whar you cum from? so I
tells him from Pocotaligo, an' before he could ax any more queshuns, I
went on an' tole him we cotched fifty Yankees down dere yesterday, an'
massa he was so tickled dat he let me go to Barnwells to see my family,
an' den I said I'd got off de track an' was dead beat an' drefful
hungry, an' would he please to sell me suthin to eat. At dat de woman
streaked right into de house, an' got me some bread an' meat, an' tole
me to eat it up an' not talk about payin,'--'we don't charge good,
faithful niggers nothin',' she said,--so I thanked her an' eat it all
up, an' den, when de man had tole me how to go, I went right long till I
got out ob sight ob de little house, an' den I got into de woods, an'
turned right round de oder way an' made tracks fast as I could in dat
direcshun.
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