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           HeinquiredhowMyersandPlattgotalongtogether,andwastold,verywell,andthatPlattwasgoinguptoFord’splantationinthemorningonavisit. 

           "Poh,poh!"sneeredTibeats;"itisn’tworthwhile—theniggerwillgetunsteady. Hecan’tgo." 

           ButEldretinsistedIhadworkedfaithfully—thathehadgivenmehispromise,andthat,underthecircumstances,Ioughtnottobedisappointed. Theythen,itbeingaboutdark,enteredonecabinandItheother. Icouldnotgiveuptheideaofgoing;itwasasoredisappointment. BeforemorningIresolved,ifEldretmadenoobjection,toleaveatallhazards. AtdaylightIwasathisdoor,withmyblanketrolledupintoabundle,andhangingonastickovermyshoulder,waitingforapass. Tibeatscameoutpresentlyinoneofhisdisagreeablemoods,washedhisface,andgoingtoastumpnearby,satdownuponit,apparentlybusilythinkingwithhimself. Afterstandingtherealongtime,impelledbyasuddenimpulseofimpatience,Istartedoff. 

           "Areyougoingwithoutapass?"hecriedouttome. 

           "Yes,master,IthoughtIwould,"Ianswered. 

           "Howdoyouthinkyou’llgetthere?"demandedhe. 

           "Don’tknow,"wasallthereplyImadehim. 

           "You’dbetakenandsenttojail,whereyououghttobe,beforeyougothalf-waythere,"headded,passingintothecabinashesaidit. Hecameoutsoonwiththepassinhishand,andcallingmea"d—dniggerthatdeservedahundredlashes,"threwitontheground. Ipickeditup,andhurriedawayrightspeedily.