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Den Moye flogged him till he war 'most dead, and arter dat chained him up in de ole cabin and gabe him 'most nuffin' to eat. De Cunnel war gwine to take Sam to Charles'on and sell him, but sumhow he got a file and sawed fru de chain and got 'way in de night to de 'still. When de Oberseer cum dar in de mornin', Sam jump on him and 'most kill him.
The movement occupied but a second; the gun was descending, and in another instant Moye would have met Sam in eternity, had not a brawny arm caught the Colonel's, and, winding itself around his body, pinned his limbs to his side so that motion was impossible.
One long, wild shriek, one quick, convulsive bound in the air, and Sam fell lifeless to the floor, the dark life-stream pouring from his side. The little child also fell with him, and its greasy-grayish shirt was dyed with its father's blood. Moye, at the distance of ten feet, had discharged the two barrels of a heavily-loaded shot-gun directly through the negro's heart.
He died easy; but 'twas very painful to me, for I feel I have done him wrong. 'How so? 'I was away all summer, and that cursed Moye sent him to the swamp to tote for the shinglers. It killed him. 'Then you are not to blame, I replied. 'I wish I could feel so.
Mercy, Englishman, oh spare my life! pardonne moye je vous pre. Pike. And take your goods? is that your meaning, Don, it shall be so; your horse and weapons I will take, but no pilferage. I am no pocketeer, no diver into slopps: yet you may please to empty them your selfe, good Don, in recompense of the sweet life I give you; you understand me well.
This movement exposed his left side to the doorway, outside of which, hidden from us by the tree, stood the Overseer. 'Come away, Moye, said the Colonel, advancing with me toward the door; 'I'll speak to him. Before all of the words had escaped the Colonel's lips, a streak of fire flashed from where the Overseer stood, and took the direction of the negro.
Did the Colonel know it? 'Oh, yas; Moye cum de possum ober de Cunnel, and make him b'lieve Sam war bad. De Cunnel dunno de hull ob dat story. 'Why didn't you tell him? The Colonel trusts you. 'Twudn't hab dun no good; de Cunnel wud hab flogged me for tellin' on a wite man. Nigga's word ain't ob no account. 'What is the story about Sam? 'You won't tell dat I tole you, massa?
'He is a sneaking d l, said the Colonel; 'but he's very valuable to me. I never had an overseer who got so much work out of the hands. 'Is he cruel to them? 'Yes, I reckon he is; but a nigger is like a dog, you must flog him to make him like you. 'I judge your niggers haven't been flogged into liking Moye, I replied. 'Why, have you heard any of them speak of him?
De Cunnel'll make de State too hot to hole ole Moye, when he fine him out. 'Does Sam's wife "smile" on the Overseer now? 'No; she see de trubble she bring on Sam, and she bery sorry. She won't look at a wite man now. During the conversation above recorded, we had ridden for several miles over the western half of the plantation, and were then again near the house.
It was dark, but I could distinguish the figure of a man striding along at a rapid pace a few hundred yards in advance of us. 'Isn't that Moye? I asked the Colonel, directing his attention to the receding figure. 'I reckon so; that's his gait. He's had a lesson to-day that'll do him good. 'I don't like that man's looks, I replied, carelessly; 'but I've heard of singed cats.
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