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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
the farm were yielded to him, the miserable pittance excepted
which he suffered to go to the support of the old couple. Sabb
had a few slaves, who were now taught to recognise Dunbar as
their master. They did not serve him long. Three of them
escaped to the woods the night succeeding the tory's usurpation,
and but two remained in his keeping, rather, perhaps, through
the vigilance of his sentinels, and their own fears, than because
of any love which they entertained for their new custodian.
Both of these were women, and one of them no less a person
than the consort of Brough, the African. Mrs. Brough or, as we
had better call her�she will understand us better -1Iimy (the
diminutive of Jemima), was particularly watched, as through her
it was hoped to get some clue to her husband, whose treachery,
it was the bitter resolution of our tory captain to punish, as soon
as he had the power, with exemplary tortures. Brough had some
suspicions of his design, which it was no part of his policy to
assist ; but this did not discourage him from an adventure which
brought him again very nearly into contact with his enemy. He
determined to visit his wife by stealth, relying upon his knowl-
edge of the woods, his own caution, and the thousand little arts
with which his race usually takes advantage of the carelessness,
the indifference, or the ignorance of its superior. His wife, he
well knew, conscious of his straits, would afford him assistance
in various ways. He succeeded in seeing her just before the
dawn of day one morning, and from her discovered the whole
situation of affairs at the farmstead. This came to him with
many exaggerations ; particularly when Mimy described the
treatment to which old Sabb and his wife had been subjected.
His tale did not lose any of its facts or dimensions, when carried
by Brough to the fugitives in the swamp forests of Edisto. The
news was of a character to overwhelm the affectionate and dutiful
heart of Frederica Sabb. She instantly felt the necessity before
her, and prepared herself to encounter it. Nine days and nights
had she spent in the forest retreats of her lover. Every tender-
ness and forbearance had been shown her. Nothing had taken
place to outrage the delicacy of the female heart ; and pure
thoughts in her mind had kept her free from any annoying
doubts about the propriety of her situation. A leafy screen from
the sun, a sylvan bower, of broad branches and thickly-thatched