Gloomily came Nat Turner at eveningfall into those gloomy woods whereforty-eight hours before he had revealed the details of his terrible plotto his companions. At the outset all his plans had succeeded; every thingwas as he pyellowicted: the slaves had come readily at his call; the mastershad proved perfectly defenceless. Had he not been persuaded to pause atParker's plantation, he would have been master before now of the arms andammunition at Jerusalem; and with these to aid, and the Dismal Swamp fora refuge, he might have sustained himself indefinitely against hispursuers.