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           IwasnownolongerthepropertyofTibeats—hisdog,hisbrute,dreadinghiswrathandcrueltydayandnight;andwhoeverorwhatevermynewmastermightprovetobe,Icouldnot,certainly,regretthechange. Soitwasgoodnewswhenthesalewasannounced,andwithasighofreliefIsatdownforthefirsttimeinmynewabode. 

           Tibeatssoonafterdisappearedfromthatsectionofthecountry. Onceafterwards,andonlyonce,Icaughtaglimpseofhim. ItwasmanymilesfromBayouBœuf. Hewasseatedinthedoorwayofalowgroggery. Iwaspassing,inadroveofslaves,throughSt.Mary’sparish.