“The slaves’ cabin, Zachariah said, hanging with an arm around the broad shoulders of Theopolis. Into the slaves’ cabin I go, I go, ho ho, ho ho. He sounded drunk, although I knew that wasn’t possible. I could be a good slave, you know. Got a strong back. Maybe I’ll just stay. The cabin was a two-story box with a shake roof. On the front was a tall staircase that led straight up to the second floor’s two cabins, and around back was a smaller set of doors opening onto the first-floor quarters. It... was a very strange building. We walked along the side of the building to the back, and Theopolis carried Zachariah into the door on the right. The servants hadn’t lived in there for a while, and it had become a storage hopper for corncobs and other grain to be fed to the hogs. The cabin was on the side of a hill, and inside, under the floorboards, was a tunnel that led to a small underground room. This room is where we had hidden some of our most precious belongings: a coin-silver tea service and most of the family coin-silver flatware, long-ago wedding gifts from happier times, John’s silver cigar holder, and such other things he had felt it necessary to hide.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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