Weary hours, and at last days, passed without either water or food with the hidden slave.

More than once did he resolve to let his case be known; but the knowledge that he would be sent back to Natchez kept him from doing so.

At last, with lips parched and fevered to a crisp, the poor man crawled out into the freight-room, and began wandering about.

The hatches were on, and the room dark.

There happened to be on board a wedding party, and, a box, containing some of the bridal cake, with several bottles of port wine, was near Jerome.