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SALE TO EDWIN EPPS. 161

time directed to make a hoe and axe handle for myself.

I was now no longer the property of Tibeats--his dog, his brute, dreading his wrath and cruelty day and night; and whoever or whatever my new master might prove to be, I could not, certainly, regret the change.  So it was good news when the sale was announced, and with a sigh of relief I sat down for the first time in my new abode.

Tibeats soon after disappeared from the section of the country.  Once afterwards, and only once, I caught a glimpse of him.  It was many miles from Bayou Bœuf.  He was seated in the doorway of a low groggery.  I was passing, in a drove of slaves, through St. Mary's parish.