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Updated: May 31, 2025
I ran as fast as my limbs would carry me; but the shock of terror I had experienced seemed to have enfeebled my whole frame, and my knees knocked against each other as I went. On I struggled, regardless of my weakness, regardless of everything but the thought of reaching Bringiers and Reigart.
"Mademoiselle," said the Captain, addressing himself to this lady, "we must lose the race after all." "Why?" asked she in surprise; "are there not enough? Antoine! have you delivered them all?" "No, Mademoiselle," replied the Captain, "it is not that, thanks to your generosity. You see those lights?" "Yes well?" "That is Bringiers." "Oh! it is, is it?"
Our hopes were that we might find some means of communicating with Aurore through the slaves. One of those I know. I had done him a slight favour during my residence at Bringiers. I had gained his confidence enough to render him accessible to a bribe. He might be found, and might render us the desired assistance. All was silent upon the plantation Besancon. The dwelling-house appeared deserted.
I regretted to see him pass so often to the "bar." He was drinking deeply. He had returned to his station by the wheel-house, and was gazing ahead. Some straggling lights were gleaming on the right bank of the river, a mile farther up. The sight of these caused him to start, and utter a wild exclamation: "By Heavens! it is Bringiers!" "Ye-e-s," drawled the pilot at his elbow.
Professional etiquette partly, and partly my own interference, forbade any change in this arrangement; and the latter continued to attend me. I have seen the other gentleman, who came once in Reigart's company, and he appears much more suited to be the friend of the avocat. Reigart is a stranger in Bringiers, but seems to be rapidly rising in the esteem of the neighbouring planters.
I wonder if the wretch who wounded me is yet above water! There are still many of the sufferers at Bringiers. Some have died of the injuries they received on board the boat. A terrible death is this scalding by steam. Many who fancied themselves scarce injured, are now in their last agonies. The doctor has given me some details that are horrifying.
With admiring eyes I looked for some moments on this bold black man this slave-hero. I might have gazed longer, but the burning sensation in my arm reminded me of my perilous situation. "You will guide me to Bringiers?" was my hurried interrogatory. "Daren't, mass'." "Daren't! Why?" "Mass' forgot I'se a runaway. White folk cotch Gabr'l cut off him arm." "What? Cut off your arm?"
"Monsieur," began he, "I have made arrangements for your removal to the hotel at Bringiers." "You have?" said I, interrupting him in a tone as abrupt and something more indignant than his own. "And who, sir, may I ask, has commissioned you to take this trouble?" "Ah oh!" stammered he, somewhat tamed down by his brusque reception, "I beg pardon, Monsieur.
There was no reason why a single hour should be wasted, now that Aurore and I understood each other, and had, in fact, betrothed ourselves. I even thought of riding back at once, and had turned my horse for the purpose. I hesitated. My resolution wavered. I wheeled round again, and kept on to Bringiers, with the determination to return to the plantation at an early hour in the morning.
A pair of horses were hired the best that money could procure and before sun-down we had cleared the suburbs of the city, and were riding along the road that conducts to the village of Bringiers. We travelled rapidly. There were no hills to impede our progress.
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