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104 TWELVE YEARS A SLAVE. have borne his gentle servitude, without murmuring, all my days, But clouds were gathering in the horizon - forerunners of a pitiless storm that was soon to break over me. I was doomed to endure such bitter trials as the poor slave only knows, and to lead no more the comparatively happy life which I had led in the "Great Pine Woods."