Дванадцять років рабства
Chapter 10
Iwenttoit,thinkingIwoulddrymyclothes; butthegraylightofthemorningwasfastbreakingaway,—somepassingwhitemanmightobserveme; besides,theheatoverpoweredmewiththedesireofsleep: so,lingeringnolonger,Icontinuedmytravels,andfinally,abouteighto’clock,reachedthehouseofMasterFord.
Theslaveswereallabsentfromthequarters,attheirwork. Steppingontothepiazza,Iknockedatthedoor,whichwassoonopenedbyMistressFord. Myappearancewassochanged—Iwasinsuchawobegoneandforlorncondition,shedidnotknowme. InquiringifMasterFordwasathome,thatgoodmanmadehisappearance,beforethequestioncouldbeanswered. Itoldhimofmyflight,andalltheparticularsconnectedwithit. Helistenedattentively,andwhenIhadconcluded,spoketomekindlyandsympathetically,andtakingmetothekitchen,calledJohn,andorderedhimtopreparemefood. Ihadtastednothingsincedaylightthepreviousmorning.
WhenJohnhadsetthemealbeforeme,themadamcameoutwithabowlofmilk,andmanylittledeliciousdainties,suchasrarelypleasethepalateofaslave. Iwashungry,andIwasweary,butneitherfoodnorrestaffordedhalfthepleasureasdidtheblessedvoicesspeakingkindnessandconsolation. ItwastheoilandthewinewhichtheGoodSamaritaninthe"GreatPineWoods"wasreadytopourintothewoundedspiritoftheslave,whocametohim,strippedofhisraimentandhalf-dead.