Once in the hull among the boxes, the slave concealed himself.

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.