that evening.
Something prompted me to inquire into it, and I was told that he had
been charged by B---- with shielding a well-known abolitionist at
Conwayboro--a man who was going through the up-country distributing such
damnable publications as the New-York _Independent_ and _Tribune_. I
knew, of course, it referred to you, and that it wasn't true. I went to
Scip and got the facts, and by stretching the truth a little, finally
got him off. There was a slight discrepancy between my two accounts of
you,' (and here he laughed heartily,) 'and B----, when we were before
the Justice, remarked on it, and came d----d near calling me a liar. It
was lucky he didn't, for if he had he'd gone to h----l before the place
was hot enough for him.'

'I can not tell you, my dear sir, how grateful I am to you for this. It
would have pained me more than I can express, if Scip had suffered for
doing a disinterested kindness to me.'

Early in the morning we were again on our way, and twelve o'clock found
us seated at a dinner of bacon, corn-bread, and waffles, in the 'first
hotel' of Georgetown. The Charleston boat was to leave at three o'clock;
and, as soon as dinner was over, I sallied out to find Scip. After a
half-hour's search I found him on 'Shackelford's wharf,' engaged in
loading a schooner bound for New-York with a cargo of cotton and
turpentine.

He was delighted to see me, and after I told him I was going home, and
might never see him again, I took his hand warmly in mine, and said:

'Scip, I have heard of the disgrace that was near being put upon you on
my account, and I feel deeply the disinterested service you did to me;
now, I _can not_ go away without doing _something_ for you--showing you
in _some_ way that I appreciate and _like_ you.'

'I likes _you_, massa,' he replied, the tears coming to his eyes; 'I tuk
ter you de bery fuss day I seed you, 'case, I s'pose'--and he wrung my
hand till it ached--'you pitied de pore brack man. But you karnt do
nuffin fur _me_, massa; I doan't want nuffin; I doan't want ter leab
har, 'case de Lord dat put me har arn't willin' I shud gwo. But you kin
do suffin, massa, fur de pore brack man, an' dat'll be doin' it fur
_me_, 'case my heart am all in dat. You kin tell dem folks up dar, whar
you lib, massa, dat we'm not like de brutes, as dey tink we is. Dat we's
got souls, an' 'telligence, an' feelin's, an' am men like demselfs. You
kin tell 'em, too, massa--'case you's edication, and kin