'It am true, sar--as true as there's a hell! His father had my mother: when he got tired of her, he sold her Souf. _I was too young den eben to know her_!' 'This is horrible, too horrible!' I said. 'It am slavery, sar! Shouldn't we be contented?' replied the negro with a grim smile. Drawing, then, a large spring-knife from his pocket, he waved it above his head, adding: 'Ef I had all de white race dar--right dar under dat knife, don't yer tink I'd take all dar lives--all at one blow--to be FREE!' 'And yet you refused to run away when the Abolitionists tempted you, at the North. Why didn't you go then?' ''Cause I had promised, massa.' 'Promised the Colonel before you went?' 'No, sar, he neber axed me; but _I_ can't tell you no more. P'raps Scipio will, ef you ax him.' 'Oh! I see; you're in that league, of which Scip is a leader. You'll get into trouble, _sure_,' I replied, in a quick, decided tone, which startled him. 'You tole Scipio dat, sar, and what did _he_ tell you?' 'That he didn't care for his life.' 'No more do I, sar,' said the negro, as he turned on his heel with a proud, almost defiant gesture, and started to go. 'A moment, Jim. You are very imprudent; never say these things to any other mortal; promise me that.' 'You'se bery good, massa, bery good. Scipio say you's true, and he'm allers right. I ortent to hab said what I hab; but sumhow, sar, dat news brought it all up _har_,' (laying his hand on his breast,) 'and it wud come out.' The tears filled his eyes as he said this, and turning away without another word, he passed from my sight behind the trees. I was almost stunned by this strange revelation, but the more I reflected on it, the more probable it appeared. Now, too, that my thoughts were turned in that direction, I called to mind a certain resemblance between the Colonel and the negro that I had not heeded before. Though one was a high-bred Southern gentleman, claiming an old and proud descent, and the other a poor African slave, they had some striking peculiarities which might indicate a common origin. The likeness was not in their features, for Jim's face was of the unmistakable negro type, and his skin of a hue so dark that it seemed impossible he could be the son of a white man, (I afterward learned that his mother was a black of the deepest dye,) but it was in their form and general bearing. They had the same closely-knit and sinewy frame, the same erect, elastic step, the same rare blending of good-natured ease and dignity--to which I have already alluded as characteristic of the Colonel--and in the wild burst of passion that accompanied the negro's disclosure of their relationship, I saw the same fierce, unbridled temper, whose outbreaks I had witnessed in my host.