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Chapter 10

           AttheendofaquarterofamileIreachedthewood-pasture,anditwasashorttimeindeedthatIhadbeenrunningit. Climbingontoahighfence,Icouldseethecottonpress,thegreathouse,andthespacebetween. Itwasaconspicuousposition,fromwhencethewholeplantationwasinview. IsawTibeatscrossthefieldtowardsthehouse,andenteritthenhecameout,carryinghissaddle,andpresentlymountedhishorseandgallopedaway. 

           Iwasdesolate,butthankful. Thankfulthatmylifewasspared,desolateanddiscouragedwiththeprospectbeforeme. Whatwouldbecomeofme? Whowouldbefriendme? WhithershouldIfly? Oh,God! Thouwhogavestmelife,andimplantedinmybosomtheloveoflifewhofilleditwithemotionssuchasothermen,thycreatures,have,donotforsakeme. Havepityonthepoorslaveletmenotperish. Ifthoudostnotprotectme,Iamlostlost! Suchsupplications,silentlyandunuttered,ascendedfrommyinmosthearttoHeaven. Buttherewasnoansweringvoicenosweet,lowtone,comingdownfromonhigh,whisperingtomysoul, "ItisI,benotafraid." IwastheforsakenofGod,itseemedthedespisedandhatedofmen! 

           Inaboutthree-fourthsofanhourseveraloftheslavesshoutedandmadesignsformetorun. Presently,lookingupthebayou,IsawTibeatsandtwoothersonhorse-back,comingatafastgait,followedbyatroopofdogs. Therewereasmanyaseightorten. DistantasIwas,Iknewthem. Theybelongedontheadjoiningplantation. 

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