Events were beyond
his control and he knew it, but he would neither yield nor change.
This was the worst that had yet befallen him. Black ruin stared him
in the face, and he stared back with gloomy yet resolute eyes. "I
will go down with my old colors flying," he resolved, and that was
the end of it.
His wife was with him in sympathy, but her indomitable spirit would
not be crushed. She was almost ubiquitous among the house and yard
slaves, awing them into a submission which they scarcely understood
and inwardly chafed at. She even went to the quarters and produced
evident uneasiness by her stern, cutting words. None dared reply to
her, but when the spell of her presence was removed all resumed
their confused and exultant deliberations as to their future course.
Aun' Jinkey, sitting with Miss Lou, scoffed at the idea of going
away. "Long ez my chimly-corner en my pipe dar I dar too," she said.
"Dis freedom business so mux up I kyant smoke hit out nohow."
Zany was in a terribly divided state of mind.
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