156 SLAVE LIFE IN GEORGIA.
endeavouring to strike the road a little beyond.
This did not always succeed. More than once,
after going right round one side of a village, and
coming to a road, my heart misgave me, and in
obedience to a secret presentiment that all was not
right, and which I found it impossible to resist,
I turned back, and beat about until I struck
another road, even retracing my steps, more than
once, until I came to the road that left no mis¬
giving on my mind, when I would go on again as
brave as a lion.
Many people will say I was superstitious. And
so I was. But the feeling was a kind of instinct,
whose cautions, even at the present day, I cannot
In this way I walked and ran the whole night,
but as day broke I had the satisfaction of seeing
afar off, the town I was making for, and very soon
after, I enjoyed the still greater pleasure of finding
myself in a place of safety.