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Updated: May 12, 2025
The affrighted maiden threw herself upon her knees by her cot, and prayed fervently that God would interpose his strong arm to save them from the fate which now seemed to be inevitable. While she prayed, Dan and Cyd worked, and made such preparations for the pending encounter as their limited means would allow.
He paddled the bateau off to the sail-boat, and Lily was put on board. "Now, haul the Edith alongside," said the skipper, as he proceeded to unloose the sails. "De Edif!" exclaimed Cyd. "Wha wha what you gwine to do wid de Edif?" "Haul her alongside!" replied Dandy, sharply. "If you spend the night in talking, we shall not get off till morning."
It was the barge of Archy; but the young gentleman was not a passenger. The crew had been sent down by Colonel Raybone to convey him back to the estate. The blank looks of the crew seemed ominous of disaster. Even the brilliant ivories of the ever-mirthful Cyd were veiled in darkness beneath his ebony cheek.
"I jes close my eyes for a minute, but I was jes gwine to wake up when you comed on deck." "I can't keep awake all the time; I must sleep some." "Bout six hours," chuckled Cyd; and his companion had really slept about this time. "Why didn't you call me then, as I did you?" "I told him not to do so, Dan," interposed Lily, whose sweet smile was sure to remove any objection which Dan might have.
"Hoist the foresail, Cyd," said the skipper. "Mossifus! Dis chile tinks de boat's gwine fas enough," answered Cyd, "but I'se gwine to do jus what you say, Massa Dandy." "Do it then." Cyd did do it then; but it was evident to the commander of the Isabel that the "crew" of his vessel was in a lamentable state of insubordination.
Dis nigger ain't afeered, but Cyd don't want to be shooted, kase you can't do widout Cyd." But the trembling foremast hand took his place at the tiller. He continued to mutter to himself, as though he was repelling the charge of cowardice which had been fastened upon him. "Come, Lily, you must go into your cabin now," added Dan, tenderly, as he turned to Lily. "This is no place for you."
"One of them may have saved himself, but I am confident the other two must have been lost." "Hi, Dan!" shouted Cyd, from his position at the heel of the bowsprit. "What is it, Cyd?" "Dar's someting ober dar," added Cyd, pointing over to leeward, as he walked aft. "What is it?" "Cyd tinks it's de boat ob de slabe-hunters." "Perhaps it is," said Dan, musing.
In the forward part of the cabin of the Isabel, reaching from the foremast to the centre-board, was a fixed table; and while Dan was cooking the bacon, Cyd prepared it for the morning meal. They had every thing which could be found in any well-ordered house, and the table had more the appearance of that of a first-class hotel than one provided for the use of the runaway slaves.
The potatoes, the bacon, and the coffee were handed down, and when they were placed upon the table, the effect called forth another rhapsody from Cyd. While he was apostrophizing the bacon and the potatoes, he was joined by Dan. "Come, Lily," said he; "breakfast is ready." "Hossifus!
"I didn't mean to do or say any thing that would make me seem like a master, for I hate the very sound of the word." "Hossifus!" exclaimed Cyd, gratified by this acknowledgment. "I done tink you meant to be my massa, jes like de kun'l. If dis chile jes as good you be, Cyd can't see why you don't tell what you do dese tings for."
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