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Why did she not call her companions, who were sleeping peacefully in the cabin, while she was torn and distracted by these agonizing fears? She dared not do so, lest one of them should speak and betray them all. Cyd was impetuous, and a word from him might render futile the labors and the perils of months. Hardly daring to breathe lest it should undo them, she watched the progress of the boat.
Lily joined the boys in the forward cabin, as they called the space forward of the centre-board. She looked as pleased and happy as Dan and Cyd; and one would hardly have believed, from their appearance, that they were fugitives from slavery. All the talk about the chilly damps of the swamp, the perils and the hardships of the flight, appeared to have been forgotten.
"What do you think, Cyd?" "Hossifus! Cyd tinks he's sleepy," yawned he, opening his mouth in a fearful gape. "I's stand up to dat, for shore." "Very well; but one of us shall stand watch while the others sleep. Which shall it be?" "I'll be de fus. I done sleep some last night," said Quin. "You didn't shet your eyes once." "Whose turn next?" "Cyd's, for sartin. You'm did a big ting last night, Dan.
And in this open sea the wind came unobstructed to his sails. The course of the Isabel, on her first tack, lay close to the eastern shore of the lake. The boat moved very slowly through the water, and Lily and Cyd sat by the side of the skipper, talking in low tones of the future, with its hopes and its trials, its joys and its dangers.
"Gossifus!" exclaimed Cyd, whose teeth were still chattering with fear. Dan made no reply, and concluded not to answer any more questions. "Are ye go'n to stop her?" demanded the pursuer. "I b'lieve you've got that nigger on board; and if ye don't heave to, I'll fotch ye up with a bullet." "Bring up the guns, Cyd," said Dan, with forced coolness. "Wha wha wha "
When it was done, the fugitives enjoyed a season of rest, and for a week they did nothing but eat and sleep, though a strict watch was kept all the time to guard against a surprise. But this was an idle and stupid life; and even Cyd, who had formerly believed that idleness was bliss, began to grow weary of it.
Dat's de truf, Dandy." "Be careful then, and don't speak so loud." "But where you gwine?" demanded Cyd. "I'm going into the swamp, and shall stay there till master thinks we are all dead. Then I'm going to run down to the sea, and get on board of some vessel that will carry us to the free states."
His object was to run the boat between them, and thus cut off the savage beasts from their prey. "Luff a little, Cyd," said he. "Luff 'em 'tis," replied the helmsman, who was boatman enough to understand the nautical phrase, and even to handle the craft under the direction of a more skilful skipper. "Steady as she is." "See here, Dan. Is you gwine to shoot?" asked Cyd. "Certainly I am.
"Yes, sar all ready!" replied Cyd, who had so many times assisted in working the boat, that he was perfectly familiar with the routine of a foremast hand's duty. "Hard lee!" cried Dandy, as he put the helm down, and brought the Isabel up on the other tack. Cyd tended the jib sheet without further instruction, and then took his place again on the forecastle to look out for danger ahead.
She then took her place at the head of the board, and "did the honors" with an elegance and grace which would have adorned the breakfast parlor at Redlawn. Though Cyd had been to supper, he accepted the invitation to repeat the operation. Before the meal was commenced, it was necessary to light the cabin lantern, which swung over the table.
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