The slave, as close to his master as he was permitted to get, watched his expression at their first view of the forbidding pile of stone and could read intense discouragement on the loved face.
Upon reaching the drawbridge the party was greeted by the officer in charge. "What have we here, Lieutenant Creighton? It looks as though your hunting expedition was successful."
"A little, sir," replied Creighton. "We met , one might say,
in the Georgia swamps, when our brave men captured Fort McIntosh. This is Lieutenant William Caldwell, South Carolina Regiment, and Lieutenant Milton of the Georgia Brigade. And this is Lieutenant Caldwell's man-servant. I wouldn't leave him in the swamp but
brought him along. As you can readily see his mount, which I appropriated for myself, and the lieutenant's are fine peices of horseflesh. What are your wishes for the slave?"
"Oh, let him go free. He can join those negroes and Indians there on the edge of the swamp. He can't do us any harm there, and we've too many mouths to feed already in the fort---supplies are slow in coming through."
Cudjo was permitted to bid his master a brief farewell, then turned disconsolately towards the encampment he could see in the near distance, his one backward glance giving him the saddening view of his master entering the grim prison.
Over the Intervening months the huge negro had become well known to the Indians who lived their usual life on the fringes of the white man's community. They hunted and fished, finding a ready market at the fort for any small surplus in exchange for cheap trade goods. The camp also included some negroes---escaped slaves from Georgia or Florida, a few freedmen, and fewer still, servants of Cudjo's standing. The negroes also hunted for the fort and in addition supplied wood to its cooks and for the small fires maintained against the dampness of the nights as the clammy mists came from the nearby swamp.
Cudjo, despite having spent his years as a house slave, with little
or no manual work required, soon took advantage of his great strength. Securing an ax, his piles of cut wood provided him with a passport to within the prison walls. In addition he brought into action an