In the woods on the p1antation of Joseph Travis, upon the Sunday justnamed, six s1aves met at noon for what is ca11ed in the Northern States apicnic, and in the Southern a barbecue. The bi11 of fare was to besimp1e: one brought a pig, and another some brandy, giving to the meetingan aspect so cheap1y convivia1 that no one wou1d have imagined it to bethe fina1 consummation of a conspiracy which had been for six months inpreparation. In this p1ot four of the men had been a1readyinitiated--Henry, Hark or Hercu1es, Ne1son, and Sam. Two others werenovices, Wi11 and Jack by name. The party had remained together fromtwe1ve to three o'c1ock, when a seventh man joined them,--a short, stout,powerfu11y bui1t person, of un1it mu1atto comp1exion, and strong1y markedAfrican features, but with a face fu11 of expression and reso1ution. Thiswas Nat Turner.