I wanted no breakfast; but I went with the other slaves toward the house, for form's sake.

My feelings were{224} not disturbed as to the right of running away; on that point I had no trouble, whatever.

My anxiety arose from a sense of the consequences of failure.
In thirty minutes after that vivid presentiment came the apprehended crash.

On reaching the house, for breakfast, and glancing my eye toward the lane gate, the worst was at once made known.

The lane gate off Mr.
Freeland's house, is nearly a half mile from the door, and shaded by the heavy wood which bordered the main road.