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JUDGE SLOCUM PRICE.
On that day Hannibal was haunted by the memory of what he had heard and seen at Slosson's tavern.

More than this, there was his terrible sense of loss, and the grief he could not master, when his thin, little body was shaken by sobs.

Marking the course of the road westward, he clung to the woods, where his movements were as stealthy as the very shadows themselves.

He shunned the scattered farms and the infrequent settlements, for the fear was strong with him that he might be followed either by Murrell or Slosson.