The impulsive feeling which is ever ready to act itself out at the return of a long absent friend, was more than my bereaved mother could suppress.

And unfortunately for me, the loud shouts of joy at that late hour of the night, awakened the little slave girl, who afterwards betrayed me.

She kept perfectly still, and never let either of us know that she was awake, in order that she might hear our conversation and report it.

Mother informed me where my family was living, and that she would see them the next day, and would make arrangements for us to meet the next night at that house after the people in the village had gone to bed.

I then went off and concealed myself during the next day, and according to promise came back the next night about eleven o'clock.
When I got near the house, moving very cautiously, filled with fearful apprehensions, I saw several men walking around the house as if they were looking for some person.