Дванадцять років рабства
Chapter 9
Imusttoildayafterday,endureabuseandtauntsandscoffs,sleeponthehardground,liveonthecoarsestfare,andnotonlythis,butlivetheslaveofablood-seekingwretch,ofwhomImuststandhenceforthincontinuedfearanddread. WhyhadInotdiedinmyyoungyears—beforeGodhadgivenmechildrentoloveandlivefor? Whatunhappinessandsufferingandsorrowitwouldhaveprevented. Isighedforliberty;butthebondman’schainwasroundme,andcouldnotbeshakenoff. IcouldonlygazewistfullytowardstheNorth,andthinkofthethousandsofmilesthatstretchedbetweenmeandthesoiloffreedom,overwhichablackfreemanmaynotpass.
Tibeats,inthecourseofhalfanhour,walkedovertotheweaving-house,lookedatmesharply,thenreturnedwithoutsayinganything. Mostoftheforenoonhesatonthepiazza,readinganewspaperandconversingwithFord. Afterdinner,thelatterleftforthePineWoods,anditwasindeedwithregretthatIbeheldhimdepartfromtheplantation.
OncemoreduringthedayTibeatscametome,gavemesomeorder,andreturned.
Duringtheweektheweaving-housewascompleted—Tibeatsinthemeantimemakingnoallusionwhatevertothedifficulty—whenIwasinformedhehadhiredmetoPeterTanner,toworkunderanothercarpenterbythenameofMyers. Thisannouncementwasreceivedwithgratification,asanyplacewasdesirablethatwouldrelievemeofhishatefulpresence.
PeterTanner,asthereaderhasalreadybeeninformed,livedontheoppositeshore,andwasthebrotherofMistressFord. HeisoneofthemostextensiveplantersonBayouBœuf,andownsalargenumberofslaves.