1 Down to Silas Phelps' place, two mile below here.
2 But I couldn't get no show, Mrs. Phelps kept it up and run on so.
3 Phelps' was one of these little one-horse cotton plantations, and they all look alike.
4 Well, Sister Phelps, I've ransacked that-air cabin over, an I b'lieve the nigger was crazy.
5 He sprung to the window at the head of the bed, and that give Mrs. Phelps the chance she wanted.
6 Why, dog my cats, they must a ben a house-full o niggers in there every night for four weeks to a done all that work, Sister Phelps.
7 Miss Watson, your runaway nigger Jim is down here two mile below Pikesville, and Mr. Phelps has got him and he will give him up for the reward if you send.
8 Then I struck up the road, and when I passed the mill I see a sign on it, "Phelps's Sawmill," and when I come to the farm-houses, two or three hundred yards further along, I kept my eyes peeled, but didn't see nobody around, though it was good daylight now.
9 I landed below where I judged was Phelps's place, and hid my bundle in the woods, and then filled up the canoe with water, and loaded rocks into her and sunk her where I could find her again when I wanted her, about a quarter of a mile below a little steam sawmill that was on the bank.