Дванадцять років рабства
Chapter 4
BurchandGoodin,afterseparatingfromus,walkedupthestepsatthebackpartofthemainbuilding,andsatdownuponthedoorsill. Theyenteredintoconversation,butthesubjectofitIcouldnothear. PresentlyBurchcamedownintotheyard,unfetteredme,andledmeintooneofthesmallhouses.
"YoutoldthatmanyoucamefromNew-York,"saidhe.
Ireplied, "ItoldhimIhadbeenupasfarasNew-York,tobesure,butdidnottellhimIbelongedthere,northatIwasafreeman. Imeantnoharmatall,MasterBurch. IwouldnothavesaidithadIthought."
Helookedatmeamomentasifhewasreadytodevourme,thenturningroundwentout. Inafewminuteshereturned. "IfeverIhearyousayawordaboutNew-York,oraboutyourfreedom,Iwillbethedeathofyou—Iwillkillyou;youmayrelyonthat,"heejaculatedfiercely.
IdoubtnotheunderstoodthenbetterthanIdid,thedangerandthepenaltyofsellingafreemanintoslavery. Hefeltthenecessityofclosingmymouthagainstthecrimeheknewhewascommitting. Ofcourse,mylifewouldnothaveweighedafeather,inanyemergencyrequiringsuchasacrifice. Undoubtedly,hemeantpreciselywhathesaid.
Undertheshedononesideoftheyard,therewasconstructedaroughtable,whileoverheadweresleepinglofts—thesameasinthepenatWashington. Afterpartakingatthistableofoursupperofporkandbread,Iwashand-cuffedtoalargeyellowman,quitestoutandfleshy,withacountenanceexpressiveoftheutmostmelancholy. Hewasamanofintelligenceandinformation. Chainedtogether,itwasnotlongbeforewebecameacquaintedwitheachother’shistory.