“And tomorrow, Jeffrey and Dorcas are to say their tearful fare-well, and their separate ways into life, to meet no more as mortal beings.” And that was the last time that Jeffrey had seen his Dorcas. It had been nearly nine and a half years since he watched her walk away with her new master. No matter how much pain he felt, nor how much sorrow he carried in his heavy heart, Jeffrey still worked his way through life. His will had not been broken and he continued to be one of the greatest cotton hands on the plantation. He kept himself busy all the time doing extra work as to refrain from thinking of his love. But eventually, he could not take it any longer. Jeffrey decided that he was going to run away. He was going to leave the life that
