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Chapter 20
Asshestoodthere,cladinherrichapparel,herfaceanimatedwithpleasure,IthoughtIhadneverlookeduponahumanbeinghalfsobeautiful. Idwellwithdelightuponthedescriptionofthisfairandgentlelady,notonlybecausesheinspiredmewithemotionsofgratitudeandadmiration,butbecauseIwouldhavethereaderunderstandthatallslave-ownersonBayouBœufarenotlikeEpps,orTibeats,orJimBurns. Occasionallycanbefound,rarelyitmaybe,indeed,agoodmanlikeWilliamFord,oranangelofkindnesslikeyoungMistressMcCoy.
TuesdayconcludedthethreeholidaysEppsyearlyallowedus. Onmywayhome,Wednesdaymorning,whilepassingtheplantationofWilliamPierce,thatgentlemanhailedme,sayinghehadreceivedalinefromEpps,broughtdownbyWilliamVarnell,permittinghimtodetainmeforthepurposeofplayingforhisslavesthatnight. ItwasthelasttimeIwasdestinedtowitnessaslavedanceontheshoresofBayouBœuf. ThepartyatPierce’scontinuedtheirjollificationuntilbroaddaylight,whenIreturnedtomymaster’shouse,somewhatweariedwiththelossofrest,butrejoicinginthepossessionofnumerousbitsandpicayunes,whichthewhites,whowerepleasedwithmymusicalperformances,hadcontributed.
OnSaturdaymorning,forthefirsttimeinyears,Ioversleptmyself. Iwasfrightenedoncomingoutofthecabintofindtheslaveswerealreadyinthefield. Theyhadprecededmesomefifteenminutes. Leavingmydinnerandwater-gourd,IhurriedafterthemasfastasIcouldmove.