(Saturday morning,) wearied in body and broken in spirit.  I got no supper that night, or breakfast that morning.  I reached Covey’s about nine o’clock; and just as I was getting over the fence that divided Mrs. Kemp’s fields from ours, out ran Covey with his cowskin, to give me another whipping.  Before he could reach me, I succeeded in getting to the cornfield; and as the corn was very high, it afforded me the means of hiding.  He seemed very angry, and searched for me a long time.  My behavior was altogether unaccountable.  He finally gave up the chase, thinking, I suppose, that I must come home for something to eat; he would give himself no further trouble in looking for me.  I spent that day mostly in the woods, having the alternative before me,—­to go home and be whipped to death, or stay in the woods and be starved to death.  That night, I fell in with Sandy Jenkins, a slave with whom I was somewhat acquainted.  Sandy had a free wife who lived about four miles from Mr. Covey’s; and it being Saturday, he was on his way to see her.  I told him my circumstances, and he very kindly invited me to go home with him.  I went home with him, and talked this whole matter over, and got his advice as to what course it was best for me to pursue.  I found Sandy an old adviser.  He told me, with great solemnity, I must go back to Covey; but that before I went, I must go with him into another part of the woods, where there was a certain root, which, if I would take some of it with me, carrying it always on my right side, would render it impossible for Mr. Covey, or any other white man, to whip me.  He said he had carried it for years; and since he had done so, he had never received a blow, and never expected to while he carried it.  I at first rejected the idea, that the simple carrying of a root in my pocket would have any such effect as he had said, and was not disposed to take it; but Sandy impressed the necessity with much earnestness, telling me it could do no harm, if it did no good.  To please him, I at length took the root, and, according to his direction, carried it upon my right side.  This was Sunday morning.  I immediately started for home; and upon entering the yard gate, out came Mr. Covey on his way to meeting.  He spoke to me very kindly, bade me drive the pigs from a lot near by, and passed on towards the church.  Now, this singular conduct of Mr. Covey really made me begin to think that there was something in the ROOT which Sandy had given me; and had it been on any other day than Sunday, I could have attributed the conduct to no other cause than the influence of that root; and as it was, I was half inclined to think the root to be something more than I at first had taken it to be.  All went well till Monday morning.  On this morning, the virtue of the ROOT was fully tested.  Long before daylight, I was called to go and rub, curry, and feed, the horses.  I obeyed, and was glad to obey.  But whilst thus engaged, whilst in the