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            <emph rend="bold">FIFTY YEARS IN CHAINS;</emph>
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          <titlePart type="subtitle">OR, <lb/>
THE LIFE OF AN<lb/>
<emph rend="bold">AMERICAN SLAVE.</emph></titlePart>
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        <epigraph>
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            <l>“My God! Can such things be! </l>
            <l>Hast Thou not said that whatsoe'er is done </l>
            <l>Unto thy weakest and thy humblest one,</l>
            <l>Is even done to Thee?”  -  WHITTIER.</l>
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<publisher>H. DAYTON, PUBLISHER.</publisher>
<pubPlace>36 HOWARD STREET.</pubPlace>
<publisher>INDIANAPOLIS, IND.: - ASHER &amp; COMPANY.</publisher>
<docDate>1859.</docDate></docImprint>
        <titlePart type="verso">Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1858, by<lb/>
H. DAYTON,<lb/>
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the<lb/>
Southern District of New York.</titlePart>
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      <div1 type="preface">
        <head>PREFACE.</head>
        <p>THE story which follows is <hi rend="italics">true</hi> in every particular 
Responsible citizens of a neighboring State can vouch 
for the reality of the narrative. The language of the 
slave has not at all times been strictly adhered to, as 
a half century of bondage unfitted him for literary work 
The subject of the story <hi rend="italics">is still a slave</hi> by the laws of this 
country, and it would not be wise to reveal his name.</p>
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        <head>
          <emph rend="bold">FIFTY YEARS IN CHAINS</emph>
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        <head>or,<lb/>
<emph rend="bold">THE LIFE OF AN AMERICAN SLAVE.</emph></head>
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          <head>CHAPTER I.</head>
          <head>SEPARATED FROM MY MOTHER.</head>
          <p>My story is a true one, and I shall tell it in a simple 
style. It will be merely a recital of my life as a 
slave in the Southern States of the Union - a description 
of negro slavery in the “model Republic.”</p>
          <p>My grandfather was brought from Africa and sold 
as a slave in Calvert county, in Maryland. I never 
understood the name of the ship in which he was 
imported, nor the name of the planter who bought him 
on his arrival, but at the time I knew him he was a 
slave in a family called Maud, who resided near 
Leonardtown. My father was a slave in a family 
named Hauty, living near the same place. My mother 
was the slave of a tobacco planter, who died when
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I was about four years old. My mother had several
children, and they were sold upon master's death to 
separate purchasers. She was sold, my father told 
me, to a Georgia trader. I, of all her children, was 
the only one left in Maryland. When sold I was 
naked, never having had on clothes in my life, but my 
new master gave me a child's frock, belonging to one 
of his own children. After he had purchased me, he 
dressed me in this garment, took me before him on 
his horse, and started home; but my poor mother, 
when she saw me leaving her for the last time, ran 
after me, took me down from the horse, clasped me in 
her arms, and wept loudly and bitterly over me. My 
master seemed to pity her; and endeavored to soothe 
her distress by telling her that he would be a good 
master to me, and that I should not want anything. 
She then, still holding me in her arms, walked along 
the road beside the horse as he moved slowly, and 
earnestly and imploringly besought my master to buy 
her and the rest of her children, and not permit them 
to be carried away by the negro buyers; but whilst 
thus entreating him to save her and her family, the 
slave-driver, who had first bought her, came running 
in pursuit of her with a raw-hide in his hand. When 
he overtook us, he told her he was her master now, 
and ordered her to give that little negro to its owner, 
and come back with him. </p>
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          <p>My mother then turned to him and cried, “Oh, master, 
do not take me from my child!” Without making 
any reply, he gave her two or three heavy blows 
on the shoulders with his raw-hide, snatched me from 
her arms, handed me to my master, and seizing her 
by one arm, dragged her back towards the place of 
sale. My master then quickened the pace of his horse; 
and as we advanced, the cries of my poor parent became 
more and more indistinct - at length they died 
away in the distance, and I never again heard the 
voice of my poor mother. Young as I was, the horrors 
of that day sank deeply into my heart, and even 
at this time, though half a century has elapsed, the 
terrors of the scene return with painful vividness upon 
my memory. Frightened at the sight of the cruelties 
inflicted upon my poor mother, I forgot my own sorrows 
at parting from her and clung to my new master, 
as an angel and a saviour, when compared with the 
hardened fiend into whose power she had fallen. She 
had been a kind and good mother to me; had warmed 
me in her bosom in the cold nights of winter; and 
had often divided the scanty pittance of food allowed 
her by her mistress, between my brothers, and sisters, 
and me, and gone supperless to bed herself. Whatever 
victuals she could obtain beyond the coarse food, 
salt fish and corn bread, allowed to slaves on the Patuxent 
and Potomac rivers, she carefully, distributed 
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among her children, and treated us with all the tenderness 
which her own miserable condition would permit. 
I have no doubt that she was chained and 
driven to Carolina, and toiled out the residue of a 
forlorn and famished existence in the rice swamps, 
or indigo fields of the South.</p>
          <p>My father never recovered from the effects of the 
shock, which this sudden and overwhelming ruin of 
his family gave him. He had formerly been of a gay, 
social temper, and when he came to see us on a Saturday 
night, he always brought us some little present, 
such as the means of a poor slave would allow - 
apples, melons, sweet potatoes, or, if he could procure 
nothing else, a little parched corn, which tasted better 
in our cabin, because he had brought it.</p>
          <p>He spent the greater part of the time, which his 
master permitted him to pass with us, in relating such 
stories as he had learned from his companions, or in 
singing the rude songs common amongst the slaves of 
Maryland and Virginia. After this time I never heard 
him laugh heartily, or sing a song. He became gloomy 
and morose in his temper, to all but me; and spent 
nearly all his leisure time with my grandfather, who 
claimed kindred with some royal family in Africa, and 
had been a great warrior in his native country. The 
master of my father was a hard, penurious man, and 
so exceedingly avaricious, that he scarcely allowed 
<pb id="ball13" n="13"/>
himself the common conveniences of life. A stranger 
to sensibility, he was incapable of tracing the change 
in the temper and deportment of my father, to its 
true cause; but attributed it to a sullen discontent 
with his condition as a slave, and a desire to abandon 
his service, and seek his liberty by escaping to some 
of the free States. To prevent the perpetration of 
this suspected crime of <hi rend="italics">running away from slavery</hi>, 
the old man resolved to sell my father to a southern 
slave-dealer, and accordingly applied to one of those 
men, who was at that time in Calvert, to become the 
purchaser. The price was agreed on, but, as my father 
was a very strong active, and resolute man, it was 
deemed unsafe for the Georgian to attempt to seize 
him, even with the aid of others, in the day-time, 
when he was at work, as it was known he carried 
upon his person a large knife. It was therefore determined 
to secure him by stratagem, and for this purpose, 
a farmer in the neighborhood, who was made 
privy to the plan, alleged that he had lost a pig, 
which must have been stolen by some one, and that 
he suspected my father to be the thief. A constable 
was employed to arrest him, but as he was afraid to 
undertake the business alone, he called on his way, at 
the house of the master of my grandfather, to procure 
assistance from the overseer of the plantation. When 
he arrived at the house, the overseer was at the barn, 
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and thither he repaired to make his application. At 
the end of the barn was the coach-house, and as the 
day was cool, to avoid the wind which was high, the 
two walked to the side of the coach-house to talk over 
the matter, and settle their plan of operations. It so 
happened that my grandfather, whose business it was 
to keep the coach in good condition, was at work at 
this time, rubbing the plated handles of the doors, and 
brightening the other metallic parts of the vehicle. 
Hearing the voice of the overseer without, he suspended 
his work, and listening attentively, became a party 
to their councils. They agreed that they would delay 
the execution of their project until the next day, as it 
was then late. They supposed they would have no 
difficulty in apprehending their intended victim, as, 
knowing himself innocent of the theft, he would 
readily consent to go with the constable to a justice 
of the peace, to have the charge examined. That 
night, however, about midnight, my grandfather 
silently repaired to the cabin of my father, a distance 
of about three miles, aroused him from his sleep, 
made him acquainted with the extent of his danger, 
gave him a bottle of cider and a small bag of parched 
corn, and then enjoined him to fly from the destination 
which awaited him. In the morning the Georgian 
could not find his newly purchased slave, who was 
never seen or heard of in Maryland from that day.</p>
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          <p>After the flight of my father, my grandfather was 
the only person left in Maryland with whom I could 
claim kindred. He was an old man, nearly eighty 
years old, he said, and he manifested all the fondness 
for me that I could expect from one so old. He was 
feeble, and his master required but little work from 
him. He always expressed contempt for his fellow-slaves, 
for when young, he was an African of rank in 
his native land. He had a small cabin of his own, 
with half an acre of ground attached to it, which he 
cultivated on his own account, and from which he 
drew a large share of his sustenance. He had singular 
religious notions - never going to meeting or caring 
for the preachers he could, if he would, occasionally 
hear. He retained his native traditions respecting the 
Deity and hereafter. It is not strange that he believed 
the religion of his oppressors to be the invention of 
designing men, for the text oftenest quoted in his 
hearing was, “Servants, be obedient to your masters.”</p>
          <p>The name of the man who purchased me at the 
vendue, and became my master, was John Cox; but 
he was generally called Jack Cox. He was a man of 
kindly feelings towards his family, and treated his 
slaves, of whom he had several besides me, with 
humanity. He permitted my grandfather to visit me as 
often as he pleased, and allowed him sometimes to 
carry me to his own cabin, which stood in a lonely 
<pb id="ball16" n="16"/> 
place, at the head of a deep hollow, almost surrounded 
by a thicket of cedar trees, which had grown up in 
a worn out and abandoned tobacco field. My master 
gave me better clothes than the little slaves of my 
age generally received in Calvert, and often told me 
that he intended to make me his waiter, and that if I 
behaved well I should become his overseer in time. 
These stations of waiter and overseer appeared to me 
to be the highest points of honor and greatness in the 
whole world, and had not circumstances frustrated my 
master's plans, as well as my own views, I should 
probably have been living at this time in a cabin on
the corner of some tobacco plantation.</p>
          <p>Fortune had decreed otherwise. When I was about 
twelve years old, my master, Jack Cox, died of a 
disease which had long confined him to the house. I 
was sorry for the death of my master, who had always 
been kind to me; and I soon discovered that I had 
good cause to regret his departure from this world. 
He had several children at the time of his death, who 
were all young; the oldest being about my own age. 
The father of my late master, who was still living, 
became administrator of his estate, and took possession 
of his property, and amongst the rest, of myself. 
This old gentleman treated me with the greatest 
severity, and compelled me to work very hard on his 
plantation for several years, until I suppose I must 
<pb id="ball17" n="17"/> 
have been near or quite twenty years of age. As I 
was always very obedient, and ready to execute all 
his orders, I did not receive much whipping, but 
suffered greatly for want of sufficient and proper food. 
My master allowed his slaves a peck of corn, each, per 
week, throughout the year; and this we had to grind 
into meal in a hand-mill for ourselves. We had a 
tolerable supply of meat for a short time, about the 
month of December, when he killed his hogs. After 
that season we had meat once a week, unless bacon 
became scarce, which very often happened, in which 
case we had no meat at all. However, as we fortunately 
lived near both the Patuxent river and the 
Chesapeake Bay, we had abundance of fish in the 
spring, and as long as the fishing season continued. 
After that period, each slave received, in addition to 
his allowance of corn, one salt herring every day.</p>
          <p>My master gave me one pair of shoes, one pair of 
stockings, one hat, one jacket of coarse cloth, two 
coarse shirts, and two pair of <sic>trowsers</sic>, yearly. He 
allowed me no other clothes. In the winter time I 
often suffered very much from the cold; as I had to 
drive the team of oxen which hauled the tobacco to 
market, and frequently did not get home until late at 
night, the distance being considerable, and my cattle 
traveled very slow.</p>
          <p>One Saturday evening, when I came home from the 
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corn field, my master told me that he had hired me 
out for a year at the city of Washington, and that I 
would have to live at the Navy Yard.</p>
          <p>On the New Year's day following, which happened 
about two weeks afterwards, my master set forward 
for Washington, on horseback, and ordered me to 
accompany him on foot. It was night when we arrived 
at the Navy Yard, and everything appeared very 
strange to me.</p>
          <p>I was told by a gentleman who had epaulets on his 
shoulders, that I must go on board a large ship, which 
lay in the river. He at the same time told a boy to 
show me the way. This ship proved to be a frigate, 
and I was told that I had been brought there to cook 
for the people belonging to her. In the course of a 
few days the duties of my station became quite familiar 
to me; and in the enjoyment of a profusion of 
excellent provisions, I felt very happy. I strove by 
all means to please the officers and gentlemen who 
came on board, and in this I soon found my account. 
One gave me a half-worn coat, another an old shirt, 
and a third, a cast off waistcoat and pantaloons. 
Some presented me with small sums of money, and 
in this way I soon found myself well clothed, and with 
more than a dollar in my pocket. My duties, though 
constant, were not <sic>burthersome</sic>, and I was permitted 
to spend Sunday afternoon in my own way. I generally 
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went up into the city to see the new and splendid 
buildings; often walked as far as Georgetown, and 
made many new acquaintances among the slaves, and 
frequently saw large numbers of people of my color 
chained together in long trains, and driven off towards 
the South. At that time the slave-trade was not regarded 
with so much indignation and disgust, as it is 
now. It was a rare thing to hear of a person of color 
running away, and escaping altogether from his master: 
my father being the only one within my knowledge, 
who had, before this time, obtained his liberty 
in this manner, in Calvert county; and, as before 
stated, I never heard what became of him after his 
flight. </p>
          <p>I remained on board the frigate, and about the Navy 
Yard, two years, and was quite satisfied with my lot, 
until about three months before the expiration of this 
period, when it so happened that a schooner, loaded 
with iron and other materials for the use of the yard, 
arrived from Philadelphia. She came and lay close 
by the frigate, to discharge her cargo, and amongst 
her crew I observed a black man, with whom, in the 
course of a day or two, I became acquainted. He 
told me he was free, and lived in Philadelphia, where 
he kept a house of entertainment for sailors, which, he 
said, was attended to in his absence by his wife.</p>
          <p>His description of Philadelphia, and of the liberty 
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enjoyed there by the black people, so charmed my 
imagination that I determined to devise some plan of 
escaping from the frigate, and making my way to the 
North. I communicated my designs to my new friend, 
who promised to give me his aid. We agreed that 
the night before the schooner should sail, I was to be 
concealed in the hold, amongst a parcel of loose 
tobacco, which, he said, the captain had undertaken 
to carry to Philadelphia. The sailing of the schooner 
was delayed longer than we expected; and, finally, 
her captain purchased a cargo of flour in Georgetown, 
and sailed for the West Indies. Whilst I was anxiously 
awaiting some other opportunity of making my 
way to Philadelphia, (the idea of crossing the country 
to the western part of Pennsylvania, never entered my 
mind,) New Year's day came, and with it came my 
old master from Calvert, accompanied by a gentleman 
named Gibson, to whom, he said, he had sold me, and 
to whom he delivered me over in the Navy Yard. 
We all three set out that same evening for Calvert, 
and reached the residence of my new master the next 
day. Here, I was informed, that I had become the 
subject of a law-suit. My new master claimed me 
under his purchase from old Mr. Cox; and another 
gentleman of the neighborhood, named Levin Ballard, 
had bought me of the children of my former master, 
Jack Cox  This suit continued in the course of Calvert 
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county more than two years; but was finally decided 
in favor of him who had bought me of the 
children.</p>
          <p>I went home with my master, Mr. Gibson, who was 
a farmer, and with whom I lived three years. Soon 
after I came to live with Mr. Gibson, I married a girl 
of color named Judah, the slave of a gentleman by 
the name of Symmes, who resided in the same 
neighborhood. I was at the house of Mr. Symmes every 
week; and became as well acquainted with him and 
his family, as I was with my master.</p>
          <p>Mr. Symmes also married a wife about the time I 
did. The lady whom he married lived near Philadelphia, 
and when she first came to Maryland, she refused 
to be served by a black chambermaid, but employed 
a <sic>while</sic> girl, the daughter of a poor man, who 
lived near. The lady was reported to be very wealthy, 
and brought a large trunk full of plate and other 
valuable articles. This trunk was so heavy that I 
could scarcely carry it, and it impressed my mind 
with the idea of great riches in the owner, at that 
time. After some time Mrs. Symmes dismissed her 
white chambermaid and placed my wife in that situation, 
which I regarded as a fortunate circumstance, as 
it insured her good food, and at least one good suit 
of clothes.</p>
          <p>The Symmes' family was one of the most ancient 
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in Maryland, and had been a long time resident in 
Calvert county. The grounds had been laid out, and 
all the improvements projected about the family abode, 
in a style of much magnificence, according to the 
custom of the old <sic>aristocrary</sic> of Maryland and Virginia.</p>
          <p>Appendant to the domicile, and at no great distance 
from the house, was a family vault, built of brick, in 
which reposed the occupants of the estate, who had 
lived there for many previous generations. This 
vault had not been opened or entered for fifteen years 
previous to the time of which I speak; but it so happened, 
that at this period, a young man, a distant 
relation of the family, died, having, requested on his
death-bed, that he might be buried in this family 
resting place. When I came on Saturday evening to 
see my wife and child, Mr. Symmes desired me, as I 
was older than any of his black men, to take an iron 
pick and go and open the vault, which I accordingly 
did, by cutting away the mortar, and removing a few 
bricks from one side of the building; but I could not 
remove more than three or four bricks before I was 
obliged, by the horrid effluvia which issued at the 
aperture, to retire. It was the most deadly and sickening 
scent that I have ever smelled, and I could not 
return to complete the work until after the sun had 
risen the next day, when I pulled down so much of 
one of the side walls, as to permit persons to walk in 
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upright. I then went in alone, and examined this 
house of the dead, and surely no picture could more 
strongly and vividly depict the emptiness of all earthly 
vanity, and the nothingness of human pride. Dispersed 
over the floor lay the fragments of more than 
twenty human skeletons, each in the place where it 
had been deposited by the idle tenderness of surviving 
friends. In some cases nothing remained but the hair 
and the larger bones, whilst in several the form of the 
coffin was yet visible, with all the bones resting in 
their proper places. One coffin, the sides of which 
were yet standing; the lid only having decayed and 
partly fallen in, so as to disclose the contents of this 
narrow cell, presented a peculiarly moving spectacle. 
Upon the centre of the lid was a large silver plate, and 
the head and foot were adorned with silver stars. - 
The nails which had united the parts of the coffin had 
also silver heads. Within lay the skeletons of a mother 
and her infant child, in slumbers only to be 
broken by the peal of the last trumpet. The bones 
of the infant lay upon the breast of the mother, 
where the hands of affection had shrouded them. The ribs 
of the parent had fallen down, and rested on the back 
bone. Many gold rings were about the bones of the 
fingers. Brilliant ear-rings lay beneath where the ears 
had been; and a glittering gold chain encircled the 
ghastly and haggard <sic>vetebrae</sic> of a once beautiful neck. 
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The shroud and flesh had disappeared, but the hair of 
the mother appeared strong and fresh. Even the 
silken locks of the infant were still preserved. Behold 
the end of youth and beauty, and of all that is lovely 
in life! The coffin was so much decayed that it 
could not be removed. A thick and dismal vapor 
hung embodied from the roof and walls of this charnal 
house, in appearance somewhat like a mass of dark 
cobwebs; but which was impalpable to the touch, and 
when stirred by the hand vanished away. On the 
second day we deposited with his kindred, the corpse 
of the young man, and at night I again carefully 
closed up the breach which I had made in the walls 
of this dwelling-place of the dead. </p>
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          <head>CHAPTER II</head>
          <p>SOME short time after my wife became chambermaid 
to her mistress, it was my misfortune to change masters 
once more. Levin Ballard, who, as before stated, 
had purchased me of the children of my former master, 
Jack Cox, was successful in his law suit with Mr. 
Gibson, the object of which was to determine the 
right of property in me; and one day, whilst I was at 
work in the corn-field, Mr. Ballard came and told me 
I was his property; asking me at the same time if I 
was willing to go with him. I told him I was not 
willing to go; but that if I belonged to him I knew 
I must. We then went to the house, and Mr. Gibson 
not being at home, Mrs. Gibson told me I must go 
with Mr. Ballard.</p>
          <p>I accordingly went with him, determining to serve 
him obediently and faithfully. I remained in his service 
almost three years, and as he lived near the residence 
of my wife's master, my former mode of life 
was not materially changed, by this change of home.</p>
          <pb id="ball26" n="26"/>
          <p>Mrs. Symmes spent much of her time in exchanging 
visits with the families of the other large planters, 
both in Calvert and the neighboring counties; and 
through my wife, I became acquainted with the private 
family history of many of the principal persons 
in Maryland.</p>
          <p>There was a great proprietor, who resided in another 
county, who owned several hundred slaves; and who 
permitted them to beg of travelers on the high-way. 
This same gentleman had several daughters, and 
according to the custom of the time, kept what they 
called open house: that is, his house was free to all 
persons of genteel appearance, who chose to visit it. 
The young ladies were supposed to be the greatest 
fortunes in the country, were reputed beautiful, and 
consequently were greatly admired.</p>
          <p>Two gentlemen, who were lovers of these girls, 
desirous of amusing their mistresses, invited a young 
man, whose standing in society they supposed to be 
beneath theirs, to go with them to the manor, as it 
was called. When there, they endeavored to make 
him an object of ridicule, in presence of the ladies; 
but he so well acquitted himself, and manifested such 
superior wit and talents, that one of the young ladies 
fell in love with him, and soon after wrote him a letter, 
which led to their marriage. His two pretended 
friends were never afterwards countenanced by the 
<pb id="ball27" n="27"/> 
family, as gentlemen of honor; but the fortunate 
husband avenged himself of his heartless companions, 
by inviting them to his wedding, and exposing them 
to the observation of the vast assemblage of fashionable 
people, who always attended a marriage, in the 
family of a great planter.</p>
          <p>The two gentlemen, who had been thus made to 
fall into the pit that they had dug for another, were 
so much chagrined at the issue of the adventure, that 
one soon left Maryland; and the other became a common 
drunkard, and died a few years afterwards.</p>
          <p>My change of masters realized all the evil 
apprehensions which I had entertained. I found Mr. 
Ballard sullen and crabbed in his temper, and always 
prone to find fault with my conduct - no matter how 
hard I had labored, or how careful I was to <sic>fulfil</sic> all 
his orders, and obey his most unreasonable commands. 
Yet, it so happened, that he never beat me, for which, 
I was altogether indebted to the good character, for 
industry, sobriety and humility, which I had established 
in the neighborhood. I think he was ashamed 
to abuse me, lest he should suffer in the good opinion 
of the public; for he often fell into the most violent 
fits of anger against me, and overwhelmed me with 
coarse and abusive language. He did not give me 
clothes enough to keep me warm in winter, and compelled 
me to work in the woods, when there was deep 
<pb id="ball28" n="28"/>
snow on the ground, by which I suffered very much. 
I had determined at last to speak to him to sell me to 
some person in the neighborhood, so that I might still 
be near my wife and children - but a different fate 
awaited me.</p>
          <p>My master kept a store at a small village on the 
bank of the Patuxent river, called B-, although 
he resided at some distance on a farm. One morning 
he rose early, and ordered me to take a yoke of oxen 
and go to the village, to bring home a cart which was 
there, saying he would follow me. He arrived at the 
village soon after I did, and took his breakfast with 
his store-keeper. He then told me to come into the 
house and get my breakfast. Whilst I was eating in 
the kitchen, I observed him talking earnestly, but 
low, to a stranger near the kitchen door. I soon after 
went out, and hitched my oxen to the cart, and was 
about to drive off, when several men came round about 
me, and amongst them the stranger whom I had seen 
speaking with my master. This man came up to me, 
and, seizing me by the collar, shook me violently, saying 
I was his property, and must go with him to 
Georgia. At the sound of these words, the thoughts 
of my wife and children rushed across my mind, and 
my heart beat away within me. I saw and knew that 
my case was hopeless, and that resistance was vain, 
as there were near twenty persons present, all of whom 
<pb id="ball29" n="29"/>
were ready to assist the man by whom I was kidnapped. 
I felt incapable of weeping or speaking, and in 
my despair I laughed loudly. My purchaser ordered 
me to cross my hands behind, which were quickly 
bound with a strong cord; and he then told me that 
we must set out that very day for the South. I asked 
if I could not be allowed to go to see my wife and 
children, or if this could not be permitted, if they 
might not have leave to come to see me; but was 
told that I would be able to get another wife in 
Georgia.</p>
          <p>My new master, whose name I did not hear, took 
me that same day across the Patuxent, where I joined 
fifty-one other slaves, whom he had bought in Maryland. 
Thirty-two of these were men, and nineteen 
were women. The women were merely tied together 
with a rope, about the size of a bed-cord, which was 
tied like a halter round the neck of each; but the 
men, of whom I was the stoutest and strongest, were 
very differently caparisoned. A strong iron collar 
was closely fitted by means of a padlock round each 
of our necks. A chain of iron, about a hundred feet 
in length, was passed through the hasp of each padlock, 
except at the two ends, where the hasps of the 
padlock passed through a link of the chain. In addition 
to this, we were handcuffed in pairs, with iron 
staples and bolts, with a short chain, about a foot 
<pb id="ball30" n="30"/>  
long, uniting the handcuffs and their wearers in pairs. 
In this manner we were chained alternately by the 
right and left hand; and the poor man to whom I 
was thus ironed, wept like an infant when the blacksmith, 
with his heavy hammer, fastened the ends of 
the bolts that kept the staples from slipping from our 
arms. For my own part, I felt indifferent to my fate. 
It appeared to me that the worst had come that could 
come, and that no change of fortune could harm me.</p>
          <p>After we were all chained and handcuffed together, 
we sat down upon the ground; and here reflecting 
upon the sad reverse of fortune that had so suddenly 
overtaken me, I became weary of life, and bitterly 
execrated the day I was born. It seemed that I was 
destined by fate to drink the cup of sorrow to the 
very dregs, and that I should find no respite from 
misery but in the grave. I longed to die, and escape 
from the hands of my tormentors; but even the 
wretched privilege of destroying myself was denied 
me, for I could not shake off my chains, nor move a 
yard without the consent of my master. Reflecting 
in silence upon my forlorn condition, I at length concluded 
that as things could not become worse - and 
as the life of man is but a continued round of changes, 
they must, of necessity, take a turn in my favor at 
some future day. I found relief in this vague and 
indefinite hope, and when we received orders to go on 
<pb id="ball31" n="31"/>
board the scow, which was to transport us over the 
Patuxent, I marched down to the water with a firmness 
of purpose of which I did not believe myself capable, 
a few minutes before.</p>
          <p>We were soon on the south side of the river, and 
taking up our line of march, we traveled about five 
miles that evening, and stopped for the night at one 
of those miserable public houses, so frequent in the 
lower parts of Maryland and Virginia, called “<hi rend="italics">ordinaries</hi>.”</p>
          <p>Our master ordered a pot of mush to be made for 
our supper; after despatching which we all lay down 
on the naked floor to sleep in our handcuffs and chains. 
The women, my fellow-slaves, lay on one side of the 
room; and the men who were chained with me, occupied 
the other. I slept but little this night, which I 
passed in thinking of my wife and little children, 
whom I could not hope ever to see again. I also 
thought of my grandfather, and of the long nights I 
had passed with him, listening to his narratives of the 
scenes through which he had passed in Africa. I at 
length fell asleep, but was distressed by painful dreams. 
My wife and children appeared to be weeping and 
lamenting my calamity; and beseeching and imploring 
my master on their knees, not to carry me away 
from them. My little boy came and begged me not 
to go and leave him, and endeavored, as I thought,
 <pb id="ball32" n="32"/>
with his little hands to break the fetters that bound 
me. I awoke in agony and cursed my existence. I 
could not pray, for the measure of my woes seemed to 
be full, and I felt as if there was no mercy in heaven, 
nor compassion on earth, for a man who was born a 
slave. Day at length came, and with the dawn, we 
resumed our journey towards the Potomac. As we 
passed along the road, I saw the slaves at work in the 
corn and tobacco fields. I knew they toiled hard and 
lacked food; but they were not, like me, dragged in 
chains from their wives, children and friends. Compared 
with me, they were the happiest of mortals. I 
almost envied them their blessed lot.</p>
          <p>Before night we crossed the Potomac, at Hoe's 
Ferry, and bade farewell to Maryland. At night we 
stopped at the house of a poor gentleman, at least he 
appeared to wish my master to consider him a gentleman; 
and he had no difficulty in establishing his 
claim to poverty. He lived at the side of the road, in 
a framed house, which had never been plastered within - 
the weather-boards being the only wall. He had 
about fifty acres of land enclosed by a fence, the remains
of a farm which had once covered two or three 
hundred acres; but the cedar bushes had encroached 
upon all sides, until the cultivation had been confined 
to its present limits. The land was the picture of 
sterility, and there was neither barn nor stable on the 
<pb id="ball33" n="33"/>
place. The owner was ragged, and his wife and 
children were in a similar plight. It was with difficulty 
that we obtained a bushel of corn, which our master 
ordered us to parch at a fire made in the yard, and to 
eat for our supper. Even this miserable family possessed 
two slaves, half-starved, half-naked wretches, 
whose appearance bespoke them familiar with hunger, 
and victims of the lash; but yet there was one pang 
which they had not known - they had not been chained 
and driven from their parents or children, into hopeless 
exile.</p>
          <p>We left this place early in the morning, and directed 
our course toward the south-west; our master 
riding beside us, and hastening our march, sometimes 
by words of encouragement, and sometimes by threats 
of punishment. The women took their place in the 
rear of our line. We halted about nine o'clock for 
breakfast and received as much  corn-bread as we 
could eat, together with a plate of boiled herrings, and 
about three pounds of pork amongst us. Before we 
left this place, I was removed from near the middle of 
the chain, and placed at the front end of it; so that 
I now became the leader of the file, and held this post 
of honor until our irons were taken from us, near the 
town of Columbia in South Carolina. We continued 
our route this day along, the high road between the 
Potomac and Rappahannock; and I saw each of those 
 <pb id="ball34" n="34"/>
rivers several times before night. Our master gave us 
no dinner to-day, but we halted and got as much 
corn-mush and sour milk as we could eat for supper. 
The weather grew mild and pleasant, and we needed 
no more fires at night.</p>
          <p>From this time we all slept promiscuously, men and 
women on the doors of such houses as we chanced to 
stop at. We passed on through Bowling Green, a 
quiet village.</p>
          <p>Time did not reconcile me to my chains, but it made 
me familiar with them. I reflected on my desperate 
situation with, a degree of calmness, hoping that I 
might be able to devise some means of escape. My 
master placed a particular value upon me, for I heard 
him tell a tavern-keeper that if he had me in Georgia 
he could get eight hundred dollars for me, but he had 
bought me for his brother, and believed he should not 
sell me; he afterwards changed his mind, however. 
I carefully examined every part of our chain, but found 
no place where it could be separated.</p>
          <p>We all had as much corn-bread as we could eat, 
procured of our owner at the places we stopped at for 
the night. In addition to this we usually had a salt 
herring every day. On Sunday we had a quarter of a 
pound of bacon each.</p>
          <p>We continued our course up the country westward 
for a few days and then turned South, crossed James
 <pb id="ball35" n="35"/>
river above Richmond, as I heard at the time. After 
more than four weeks of travel we entered South Carolina 
near Camden, and for the first time I saw a field 
of cotton in bloom.</p>
          <p>As we approached the Yadkin river the tobacco 
disappeared from the fields and the cotton plant took 
its place as an article of general culture.</p>
          <p>I was now a slave in South Carolina, and had no 
hope of ever again seeing my wife and children. I 
had at times serious thoughts of suicide so great was 
my anguish. If I could have got a rope I should 
have hanged myself at Lancaster. The thought of 
my wife and children I had been torn from in Maryland, 
and the dreadful undefined future which was 
before me, came near driving me mad. It was long 
after midnight before I fell asleep, but the most pleasant 
dream, succeeded to these sorrowful forebodings. 
I thought I had escaped my master, and through 
great difficulties made my way back to Maryland, and 
was again in my wife's cabin with my little children 
on my lap. Every object was so vividly impressed on 
my mind in this dream, that when I awoke, a firm 
conviction settled upon my mind, that by some means, 
at present incomprehensible to me, I should yet again 
embrace my wife, and caress my children in their 
humble dwelling. Early in the morning, our master 
called us up and distributed to each of the party a
<pb id="ball36" n="36"/>
cake made of corn-meal and a small piece of bacon. 
On our journey, we had only eaten twice a day, and 
had not received breakfast until about nine o'clock; 
but he said this morning meal was given to welcome 
us to South Carolina. He then addressed us all, and 
told us we might now give up all hope of ever returning 
to the places of our nativity; as it would be impossible 
for us to pass through the States of North 
Carolina and Virginia, without being taken up and 
sent back. He further advised us to make ourselves 
contented, as he would take us to Georgia, a far better 
country than any we had seen; and where we 
would be able to live in the greatest abundance. 
About sunrise we took up our march on the road to 
Columbia, as we were told. Hitherto our master had 
not offered to sell any of us, and had even refused to 
stop to talk to any one on the subject of our sale, although 
he had several times been addressed on this 
point, before we reached Lancaster; but soon after 
we departed from this village, we were overtaken on 
the road by a man on horseback, who accosted our 
driver by asking him if his <hi rend="italics"><sic>niggars</sic></hi> were for sale. 
The latter replied, that he believed he would not sell 
any yet, as he was on his way to Georgia, and cotton 
being now much in demand, he expected to obtain 
high prices for us from persons who were going to 
settle in the new purchase. He, however, contrary to
<pb id="ball37" n="37"/>
his custom, ordered us to stop, and told the stranger 
he might look at us, and that he would find us as fine 
a lot of hands as were ever imported into the country 
 - that we were all prime property, and he had no 
doubt would command his own prices in Georgia.</p>
          <p>The stranger, who was a thin, weather-beaten, 
sunburned figure, then said, he wanted a couple of breeding 
wenches, and would give as much for them as they 
would bring in Georgia - that he had lately heard 
from Augusta, and that <hi rend="italics">niggers</hi> were not higher there 
than in Columbia, and, as he had been in Columbia 
the week before, he knew what <hi rend="italics">niggers</hi> were worth. 
He then walked along our line, as we stood chained 
together, and looked at the whole of us - then turning 
to the women; asked the prices of the two pregnant 
ones. Our master replied, that these were two of the 
best breeding-wenches in all Maryland - that one was 
twenty-two, and the other only nineteen - that the 
first was already the mother of seven children, and 
the other of four - that he had himself seen the children 
at the time he bought their mothers - and that 
such wenches would be cheap at a thousand dollars 
each; but as they were not able to keep up with the 
gang, he would take twelve hundred dollars for the 
two. The purchaser said this was too much, but that 
he would give nine hundred dollars for the pair. This 
price was promptly refused; but our master, after
<pb id="ball38" n="38"/>
some consideration, said he was willing to sell a bargain 
in these wenches, and would take eleven hundred 
dollars for them, which was objected to on the other 
side; and many faults and failings were pointed out 
in the merchandise. After much bargaining, and many 
gross jests on the part of the stranger, he offered a 
thousand dollars for the two, and said he would give 
no more. He then mounted his horse, and moved 
off; but after he had gone about one hundred yards, 
he was called back; and our master said, if he would 
go with him to the next blacksmith's shop on the 
road to Columbia, and pay for taking the irons off 
the rest of us, he might have the two women.</p>
          <p>This proposal was agreed to, and as it was now 
about nine o'clock, we were ordered to hasten on to 
the next house, where, we were told, we must stop 
for breakfast. At this place we were informed that it 
was ten miles to the next smith's shop, and our new 
acquaintance was obliged by the terms of his contract, 
to accompany us thither. We received for breakfast, 
about a pint of boiled rice to each person, and after 
this was despatched, we again took to the road, eager 
to reach the blacksmith's shop, at which we expected 
to be relieved of the iron rings and chains, which had 
so long galled and worried us. About two o'clock we 
arrived at the longed-for residence of the smith; but, 
on inquiry, our master was informed that he was not 
<pb id="ball39" n="39"/>
at home, and would not return before evening. Here 
a controversy arose, whether we should all remain here 
until the smith returned, or the stranger should go on 
with us to the next smithery, which was said to be 
only five miles distant. This was a point not easily 
settled between two such spirits as our master and the 
stranger; both of whom had been overseers in their 
time, and both of whom had risen to the rank of proprietors 
of slaves.</p>
          <p>The matter had already produced angry words, and 
much vaunting on the part of the stranger; -  “that a 
freeman of South Carolina was not to be imposed upon; 
that by the constitution of the State, his rights 
were sacred, and he was not to be deprived of his 
liberty, at the arbitrary will of a man just from amongst 
the Yankees, and who had brought with him to the 
South as many Yankee tricks as he had <hi rend="italics">niggers</hi>, and 
he believed many more.” He then swore, that “all 
the <hi rend="italics">niggers</hi> in the drove were Yankee <hi rend="italics">niggers</hi>.”</p>
          <p>“When I <hi rend="italics">overseed</hi> for Colonel Polk,” said he, “on 
his rice plantation, he had two Yankee <hi rend="italics">niggers</hi> that 
he brought from Maryland, and they were running 
away every day. I gave them a hundred lashes more 
than a dozen times; but they never quit running 
away, till I chained them together, with iron collars 
round their necks, and chained them to spades, and 
made them do nothing but dig ditches to drain the 
 <pb id="ball40" n="40"/>
rice swamps. They could not run away then, unless 
they went together, and carried their chains and spades 
with them. I kept them in this way two years, and 
better <hi rend="italics">niggers</hi> I never had. One of them died one 
night, and the other was never good for anything after 
he lost his mate. He never ran away afterwards, but 
he died too, after a while.” He then addressed himself 
to the two women, whose master he had become, 
and told them that if ever they ran away, he would treat 
them in the same way. Wretched as I was myself, 
my heart bled for these poor creatures, who had fallen 
into the hands of a tiger in human form. The dispute 
between the two masters was still raging, when, 
unexpectedly, the blacksmith rode up to his house, on a 
thin, bony-looking horse, and dismounting, asked his 
wife what these gentlemen were making such a <hi rend="italics">frolick</hi> about. I did not hear her answer, but both the disputants 
turned and addressed themselves to the smith 
 - the one to know what price he would demand to 
take the irons off all these <hi rend="italics">niggers</hi>, and the other to 
know how long it would take him to perform the 
work. It is here proper for me to observe, that there 
are many phrases of language in common use in Carolina 
and Georgia, which are applied in a way that 
would not be understood by persons from one of the 
Northern States. For instance, when several persons 
are quarrelling, brawling, making a great noise, or 
<pb id="ball41" n="41"/>
even fighting, they say, “<hi rend="italics">the gentlemen are frolicking!</hi>” 
I heard many other terms equally strange, 
whilst I resided in the southern country, amongst such 
white people as I became acquainted with; though 
my acquaintance was confined, in a great measure, to 
overseers, and such people as did not associate with 
the rich planters and great families.</p>
          <p>The smith at length agreed to take the irons from 
the whole of us for two dollars and fifty cents, and 
immediately set about it, with the air of indifference 
that he would have manifested in tearing a pair of old 
shoes from the hoofs of a wagon-horse. It was four 
weeks and five days, from the time my irons had been 
riveted upon me, until they were removed, and great 
as had been my sufferings whilst chained to my fellow-slaves, 
I cannot say that I felt any pleasure in being 
released from my long confinement; for I knew that 
my liberation was only preparatory to my final, and, 
as I feared, perpetual subjugation to the power of 
some such monster, as the one then before me, who 
was preparing to drive away the two unfortunate women 
whom he had purchased, and whose life's-blood 
he had acquired the power of shedding at pleasure, 
for the sum of a thousand dollars. After we were 
released from our chains, our master sold the whole 
lot of irons, which we had borne from Maryland, to 
the blacksmith, for seven dollars.</p>
          <pb id="ball42" n="42"/>
          <p>The smith then procured a bottle of rum, and 
treated his two new acquaintances to a part of its 
contents - wishing them both good luck with their 
<hi rend="italics">niggers</hi>. After these civilities were over, the two women 
were ordered to follow their new master, who 
shaped his course across the country, by a road leading 
<sic>westwest</sic>. At parting from us, they both wept 
aloud, and wrung their hands in despair. We all 
went to them, and bade them a last farewell. Their 
road led into a wood, which they soon entered, and I 
never saw them nor heard of them again.</p>
          <p>These women had both been driven from Calvert 
county, as well as myself, and the fate of the younger 
of the two, was peculiarly severe.</p>
          <p>She had been brought up as a waiting-maid of a 
young lady, the daughter of a gentleman, whose wife 
and family often visited the mistress of my own wife. 
I had frequently seen this woman when she was a 
young girl, in attendance upon her young mistress, 
and riding in the same carriage with her. The father 
of the young lady died, and soon after she married a 
gentleman who resided a few miles off. The husband 
received a considerable fortune with his bride, and 
amongst other things, her waiting-maid, who was reputed 
a great beauty among people of color. He had 
been addicted to the fashionable sports of the country, 
before marriage, such as horse-racing, fox-hunting, 
<pb id="ball43" n="43"/>
&amp;c., and I had heard the black people say he drank 
too freely; but it was supposed that he would correct 
all these irregularities after marriage, more especially 
as his wife was a great belle, and withal very 
handsome. The reverse, however, turned out to be 
the fact. Instead of growing better, he became worse; 
and in the course of a few years, was known all over 
the country, as a drunkard and a gambler. His wife, 
it was said, died of grief, and soon after her death, his 
effects were seized by his creditors, and sold by the 
sheriff. The former waiting-maid, now the mother 
of several children, was purchased by our present master 
for four hundred dollars, at the sheriff's sale, and 
this poor wretch, whose employment in early life had 
been to take care of her young mistress, and attend 
to her in her chamber, and at her toilet, after being 
torn from her husband and her children, had now gone 
to toil out a horrible existence beneath the scorching 
sun of a South Carolina cotton-field under the dominion 
of a master, as void of the manners of a gentleman, 
as he was of the language of humanity.</p>
          <p>It was now late in the afternoon; but, as we had 
made little progress to-day, and were now divested of 
the burden of our chains, as well as freed from the 
two women, who had hitherto much retarded our 
march, our master ordered us to hasten on our way, 
as we had ten <sic>m les</sic> to go that evening. I had 
<pb id="ball44" n="44"/>
been so long oppressed by the weight of my chains, 
and the iron collar about my neck, that for some time 
after I commenced walking at my natural liberty, I 
felt a kind of giddiness, or lightness of the head 
Most of my companions complained of the same 
sensation, and we did not recover our proper feelings 
until after we had slept one night. It was after dark 
when we arrived at our lodging-place, which proved 
to be the house of a small cotton-planter, who, it 
appeared, kept a sort of a house of entertainment for 
travelers, contrary to what I afterwards discovered to 
be the usual custom of cotton-planters. This man 
and my master had known each other before, and 
seemed to be well acquainted. He was the first person 
that we had met since leaving Maryland, who 
was known to my master, and as they kept up a very 
free conversation, through the course of the evening, 
and the house in which they were, was only separated 
from the kitchen, in which we were lodged, by a space 
of a few feet, I had an opportunity of hearing much 
that was highly interesting to me. The landlord, 
after supper, came with our master to look at us, and 
to see us receive our allowance of boiled rice from the 
hands of a couple of black women, who had prepared 
it in a large iron kettle. Whilst viewing us, the 
former asked the latter, what he intended to do with 
his drove; but no reply was made to this inquiry -  
 <pb id="ball45" n="45"/>
and as our master had, through our whole journey, 
maintained a studied silence on this subject, I felt a 
great curiosity to know what disposition he intended 
to make of the whole gang, and of myself in particular. 
On their return to the house, I advanced to a 
small window in the kitchen, which brought me within 
a few yards of the place where they sat, and from 
which I was able to hear all they said, although they 
spoke in a low tone of voice. I here learned, that so 
many of us as could be sold for a good price, were to 
be disposed of in Columbia, on our arrival at that 
place, and that the residue would be driven to Augusta 
and sold there.  </p>
          <p>The landlord assured my master that at this time 
slaves were much in demand, both in Columbia and 
Augusta; that purchasers were numerous and prices 
good; and that the best plan of effecting good sales 
would be to put up each <hi rend="italics">nigger</hi> separately, at auction, 
after giving a few days' notice, by an advertisement, 
in the neighboring country. Cotton, he said, had not 
been higher for many years, and as a great many persons, 
especially young men, were moving off to the 
new purchase in Georgia, prime hands were in high 
demand, for the purpose of clearing the land in the 
new country - that the boys and girls, under twenty, 
would bring almost any price at present, in Columbia 
for the purpose of picking the growing crop of cotton, 
<pb id="ball46" n="46"/> 
which promised to be very heavy; and as most persons 
had planted more than their hands would be able 
to pick, young <hi rend="italics">niggers</hi>, who would soon learn to pick 
cotton, were prime articles in the market. As to 
those more advanced in life, he seemed to think the 
prospect of selling them at an unusual price, not so 
good, as they could not so readily become expert 
cotton-pickers - he said further, that for some cause, 
which he could not comprehend, the price of rice had 
not been so good this year as usual; and that he had 
found it cheaper to purchase rice to feed his own 
<hi rend="italics">niggers</hi> than to provide them with corn, which had to 
be brought from the upper country. He therefore 
advised my master not to drive us towards the rice 
plantation of the low country. My master said he 
would follow his advice, at least so far as to sell a 
portion of us in Carolina, but seemed to be of opinion 
that his prime hands would bring him more money in 
Georgia, and named me, in particular, as one who 
would be worth, at least, a thousand dollars, to a 
man who was about making a settlement, and 
clearing a plantation in the new purchase. I therefore 
concluded, that in the course of events, I was likely to 
become the property of a Georgian, which turned out 
in the end to be the case, though not so soon as I at 
this time apprehended. I slept but little this night, 
feeling a restlessness when no longer in chains; and 
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pondering over the future lot of my life, which appeared 
fraught only with evil and misfortune. Day at 
length dawned and with its first light we were ordered 
to betake ourselves to the road, which, we were told, 
would lead us to Columbia, the place of intended sale 
of some, if not all of us. For several days past, I had 
observed that in the country through which we traveled, 
little attention was paid to the cultivation of anything 
but cotton. Now this plant was almost the sole 
possessor of the fields. It covered the plantations 
adjacent to the road, as far as I could see, both before 
and behind me, and looked not unlike buckwheat before 
it blossoms. I saw some small fields of corn, and 
lots of sweet potatoes, amongst which the young vines 
of the water-melon were frequently visible. The 
improvements on the plantations were not good. There 
were no barns, but only stables and sheds, to put the 
cotton under, as it was brought from the field. Hay 
seemed to be unknown in the country, for I saw neither 
hay-stacks nor meadows; and the few fields that were 
lying fallow, had but small numbers of cattle in them, 
and these were thin and meagre. We had met with 
no flocks of sheep of late, and the hogs that we saw 
on the road-side were in bad condition. The horses 
and mules that I saw in the cotton-fields, were poor 
and badly harnessed, and the half-naked condition of 
the negroes, who drove them, or followed with the 
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hoe, together with their wan complexions, proved to 
me that they had too much work, or not enough food. 
We passed a cotton-gin this morning, the first that I 
ever saw; but they were not at work with it. We 
also met a party of ladies and gentlemen on a journey 
of pleasure, riding in two handsome carriages, 
drawn by sleek and spirited horses, very different in 
appearance from the moving skeletons that I had 
noticed drawing the ploughs in the fields. The black 
drivers of the coaches were neatly clad in gay-colored 
clothes, and contrasted well with their half-naked brethren, 
a gang of whom were hoeing cotton by the roadside, 
near them, attended by an overseer in a white 
linen shirt and pantaloons, with one of the long 
negro whips in his hand.</p>
          <p>I observed that these poor people did not raise their 
heads, to look at either the fine coaches and horses 
then passing, or at us; but kept their faces steadily 
bent towards the cotton-plants, from among which 
they were removing weeds. I almost shuddered 
at the sight, knowing that I myself was doomed to a 
state of servitude equally cruel and debasing, unless, 
by some <sic>unforseen</sic> occurrence, I might fall into the 
hands of a master of less inhumanity of temper than 
the one who had possession of the miserable creatures 
before me. </p>
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        <div2>
          <head>CHAPTER III.</head>
          <p>IT was manifest that I was now in a country where 
the life of a black man was no more regarded than 
that of an ox, except as far as the man was worth the 
more money in the market. On all the plantations 
that we passed, there was a want of live stock of every 
description, except slaves, and they were deplorably 
abundant.</p>
          <p>The fields were destitute of everything that deserved 
the name of grass, and not a spear of clover 
was anywhere visible. The few cattle that existed, 
were browsing on the boughs of the trees, in the woods. 
Everything betrayed a scarcity of the means of supplying 
the slaves, who cultivated the vast cotton-fields, 
with a sufficiency of food. We traveled this 
day more than thirty miles, and crossed the Catawba 
river in the afternoon, on the bottoms of which I saw, 
for the first time, fields of rice, growing in swamps 
covered with water. Causeways were raised through 
the low-lands in which the rice grew, and on which
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the road was formed on which we traveled. These 
rice-fields, or rather swamps, had, in my eyes, a beautiful 
appearance. The rice was nearly two feet in 
height above the water, and of a vivid green color, 
covering a large space, of at least a hundred acres. 
Had it not been for the water, which appeared stagnant 
and sickly, and swarmed with frogs and thousands 
of snakes, it would have been as fine a sight as 
one need wish to look upon. After leaving the low 
grounds along the river, we again entered plantations 
of cotton, which lined the roads on both sides, relieved, 
here and there, by corn-fields and potato-patches. 
We stopped for the night at a small tavern, and our 
master said we were within a day's journey of Columbia.</p>
          <p>We here, again, received boiled rice for supper, 
without salt, or any kind of seasoning; a pint was 
allotted to each person, which we greedily devoured, 
having had no dinner to-day, save an allowance of 
corn-cakes, with the fat of about five pounds of bacon, 
extracted by frying, in which we dipped our bread. I 
slept soundly after this day's march, the fatigues of 
the body having, for once, overcome the agitations of 
the mind. The next day, which was, if my recollection 
is accurate, the ninth of June, was the last of our 
journey before our company separated; and we were 
on the road before the stars had disappeared from the 
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sky. Our breakfast, this morning, consisted of bacon 
soup, a dish composed of corn-meal, boiled in water, 
with a small piece of bacon to give the soup a taste 
of meat. For dinner we had boiled Indian peas, with 
a small allowance of bacon. This was the first time 
that we had received two rations of meat in the same 
day, on the whole journey, and some of our party 
were much surprised at the kindness of our master; 
but I had no doubt that his object was to make us 
look fat and hearty, to enable him to obtain better 
prices for us at Columbia.</p>
          <p>At supper this night, we had corn mush, in large 
wooden trays, with melted lard to dip the mush in 
before eating it. We might have reached Columbia 
this day if we had continued our march, but we stopped, 
at least an hour before sun-set, about three miles 
from town, at the house of a man who supported the 
double character of planter and keeper of a house of 
entertainment; for I learned from his slaves that 
their master considered it disreputable to be called a 
tavern-keeper, and would not put up a sign, although 
he received pay of such persons as lodged with him. 
His house was a frame building, weather-boarded with 
pine boards, but had no plastering within. The furniture 
corresponded with the house which contained 
it, and was both scanty and mean, consisting of pine 
tables and wooden chairs, with bottoms made of cornhusks 
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The house was only one story high, and all 
the rooms, six or seven in number, parlor, bed-rooms, 
and kitchen, were on the first floor. As the weather 
was warm and the windows open, I had an opportunity 
of looking into the sleeping rooms of the family, 
as I walked round the house, which I was permitted 
freely to do. The beds and their furniture answered 
well to the chairs and tables; yet in the large front 
room I observed on an old fashioned side-board, a 
great quantity of glass-ware, of various descriptions, 
with two or three dozen silver spoons, a silver tea-urn, 
and several knives and forks with silver handles. In 
the corner of this room stood a bed with gaudy red
curtains, with figures of lions, elephants, naked negroes, 
and other representations of African scenery.</p>
          <p>The master of the house was not at home when we 
arrived, but came in from the field shortly afterwards. 
He met my master with the cordiality of an old friend, 
though he had never seen him before; said he was 
happy to see him at his house, and that the greatest 
pleasure he enjoyed was derived from the entertainment 
of such gentlemen as thought proper to visit 
his house; that he was always glad to see strangers, 
and more especially gentlemen who were adding so 
much to the wealth and population of Carolina, as 
those merchants who imported servants from the 
North. He then observed that he had never seen a 
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finer lot of property pass his house than we were, and 
that any gentleman who brought such a stock of hands 
into the country was a public benefactor, and entitled 
to the respect and gratitude of every friend of the 
South. He assured my master that he was happy to 
see him at his house, and that if he thought proper to 
remain a few days with him, it would be his chief 
business to introduce him to the gentlemen of the 
neighborhood, who would all be glad to become 
acquainted with a merchant of his respectability. In 
the State of Maryland, my master had been called a 
<hi rend="italics">negro buyer, or Georgia trader</hi>, sometimes a <hi rend="italics">negro 
driver</hi>; but here, I found that he was elevated to the 
rank of merchant, and a merchant of the first order 
too; for it was very clear that in the opinion of the 
landlord, no branch of trade was more honorable than 
the traffic in us poor slaves. Our master observed 
that he had a mind to remain here a short time, and 
try what kind of market Columbia would present, for 
the sale of his lot of servants; and that he would 
make his house his home, until he had ascertained 
what could be done in town, and what demand there 
was in the neighborhood for servants. We were not 
called <hi rend="italics">slaves</hi> by these men, who talked of selling us, 
and of the price we would bring, with as little compunction 
of conscience as they would have talked of 
the sale of so many mules.</p>
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          <p>It is the custom throughout all the slave-holding 
States, amongst people of fashion, never to speak of 
their negroes as slaves, but always as servants; but 
I had never before met with the keeper of a public 
house, in the country, who had arrived at this degree 
of refinement. I had been accustomed to hear this 
order of men, and indeed the greater number of white 
people speak of the people of color as <hi rend="italics">niggers</hi>.</p>
          <p>We remained at this place more than two weeks; 
I presume because my master found it cheaper to keep 
us here than in town, or perhaps, because he supposed 
we might recover from the hardships of our journey 
more speedily in the country.</p>
          <p>As it was here that my real acquaintance with 
South Carolina commenced, I have noted with more
particularity the incidents that occurred, than I otherwise 
should have done. This family was composed 
of the husband, wife, three daughters, all young women, 
and two sons, one of whom appeared to be about 
twenty, and the other, perhaps seventeen years old. 
They had nine slaves in all, one very old man, quite 
crooked with years and labor - two men of middle age 
 - one lad, perhaps sixteen - one woman with three 
children, the oldest about seven, - and a young girl 
of twelve or fourteen. The farm, or plantation, they 
lived on, contained about one hundred and fifty 
acres of cleared land, sandy, and the greater part of 
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it poor, as was proved by the stinted growth of the 
cotton.</p>
          <p>At the time of our arrival at this house, I saw no 
persons about it, except the four ladies - the mother 
and her three daughters - the husband being in the 
field, as noticed above. According to the orders of 
my master, I had taken the saddle from his horse and 
put him in a stable; and it was not until after the 
first salutations of the new landlord to my master 
were over, that he seemed to think of asking him 
whether he had come on foot, on horse-back, or in a 
coach. He at length, however, turned suddenly and 
asked him, with an air of surprise, where he had left 
his horses and carriage. My master said he had no 
carriage, that he traveled on horse-back, and that his 
horse was in the stable. The landlord then apologized 
for the trouble he must have had, in having his 
horse put away himself; and said that at this season 
of the year, the planters were so hurried by their crops, 
and found so much difficulty in keeping down the 
grass, that they were generally obliged to keep all 
their servants in the field; that for his part, he had 
been compelled to put his coachman, and even the 
waiting-maids of his daughters into the cotton-fields, 
and that at this time, his family were without servants, 
a circumstance that had never happened before! 
“For my part,” said he, “I have always prided myself 
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on bringing up my family well, and can say, that 
although I do not live in so fine a house as some of 
the other planters of Carolina, yet my children are as 
great ladies and gentlemen as any in the state. Not 
one of them has ever had to do a day's work yet, and 
as long as I live, never shall. I sent two of my daughters 
to Charleston last summer, and they were there 
three months; and I intend to send the youngest there 
this summer. They have all learned to dance here in 
Columbia, where I sent them two quarters to a Frenchman, 
and he made me pay pretty well for it. They 
went to the same dancing school with the daughters 
of Wade Hampton and Colonel Fitzhugh. I am determined 
that they shall never marry any but gentlemen 
of the first character, and I know they will always 
follow my advice in matters of this kind. They are 
prudent and sensible girls, and are not going to do as 
Major Pollack's daughter did this spring, who ran away 
with a Georgia cracker, who brought a drove of cattle 
for sale from the Indian country, and who had not a 
<hi rend="italics">nigger</hi> in the world. He staid with me sometime, 
and wished to have something to say to my second 
daughter, but the thing would not do.”</p>
          <p>Here he stopped short in his narrative, and seeming 
to muse a moment, said to his guest, “I presume, as 
you travel alone, you have no family.” “No,” replied 
my master, “I am a single man.” “I thought 
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so by your appearance,” said the loquacious landlord, 
“and I shall be glad to introduce you to my family 
this evening. My sons are two as fine fellows as there 
are in all Carolina. My oldest boy is lieutenant in 
the militia, and in the same company that marched 
with Gen. Marion in the war. He was on the point 
of fighting a duel last winter, with young M'Corkle in 
Columbia; but the matter was settled between them. 
You will see him this evening, when he returns from 
the quoit-party. A quoit-party of young bucks meet 
once every week about two miles from this, and as I 
wish my sons to keep the best company, they both attend 
it. There is to be a cock-fight there this afternoon, 
and my youngest son, Edmund, has the finest 
cock in this country. He is one of the true game 
blood, - the real Dominica game breed; and I sent to 
Charleston for his gaffs. There is a bet of ten dollars 
a side between my son's cock and the one belonging 
to young Blainey, the son of Major Blainey. Young 
Blainey is a hot-headed young blood, and has been 
concerned in three duels, though I believe he never 
fought but one; but I know Edmund will not take a 
word from him, and it will be well if he and his cock 
do not both get well licked.”</p>
          <p>Here the conversation was arrested by the sound of 
horses' feet on the road, and in the next instant, two 
young men rode up at a gallop, mounted on lean looking 
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horses; one of the riders carrying a pole on his 
shoulder, with a game cock in a net bag, tied to one 
end of it. On perceiving them the landlord exclaimed 
with an oath, “There's two lads of spirit! stranger - 
and if you will allow me the liberty of asking you 
your name, I will introduce you to them.” At the 
suggestion of his name, my master seemed to hesitate 
a little, but after a moment's pause, said, “They call 
me M'Giffin, sir.” “My name is Hulig, sir,” replied 
the landlord, “and I am very happy to be acquainted 
with you, Mr. M'Giffin,” at the same time shaking him 
by the hand, and introducing his two sons, who were 
by this time at the door.</p>
          <p>This was the first time I had ever heard the name 
of my master, although I had been with him five 
weeks. I had never seen him before the day on which 
he seized and bound me in Maryland, and as he took 
me away immediately, I did not hear his name at the 
time. The people who assisted to fetter me, either 
from accident or design, omitted to name him, and 
after we commenced our journey, he had maintained 
so much distant reserve and austerity of manner towards 
us all, that no one ventured to ask him his 
name. We had called him nothing but “master,” 
and the various persons at whose houses we had stopped 
on our way, knew as little of his name as we did. 
We had frequently been asked the name of our master, 
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and perhaps had not always obtained credence, when 
we said we did not know it.</p>
          <p>Throughout the whole journey, until after we were 
released from our irons, he had forbidden us to converse 
together beyond a few words in relation to our 
temporary condition and wants; and as he was with 
us all day, and never slept out of hearing of us at 
night, he rigidly enforced his edict of silence. I presume 
that the reason of this prohibition of all conversation 
was to prevent us from devising plans of escape; 
but he had imposed as rigid a silence on himself 
as was enforced upon us; and after having passed 
from Maryland to South Carolina, in his company, I 
knew no more of my master, than, that he knew how 
to keep his secrets, guard his slaves, and make a close 
bargain. I had never heard him speak of his home or 
family; and therefore had concluded that he was an 
unmarried man, and an adventurer, who felt no more 
attachment for one place than another, and whose 
residence was not very well settled; but, from the 
large sums of money which he must have been able to 
command and carry with him to the North, to enable 
him to purchase so large a number of slaves, I had no 
doubt that he was a man of consequence and consideration 
in the place from whence he came.</p>
          <p>In Maryland, I had always observed that men, who 
were the owners of large stocks of negroes, were not 
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averse to having publicity given to their names; and 
that the possession of this species of property even 
there, gave its owner more vanity and egotism, than 
fell to the lot of the holders of any other kind of 
estate; and in truth, my subsequent experience proved 
that without the possession of slaves, no man could 
ever arrive at, or hope to rise to any honorable station 
in society; - yet, my master seemed to take no pride 
in having at his disposal the lives of so many human 
beings. He never spoke to us in words of either pity 
or hatred; and never spoke of us, except to order us 
to be fed or watered, as he would have directed the 
same offices to be performed for so many horses, or to 
inquire where the best prices could be obtained for us. 
He regarded us only as objects of traffic and the materials 
of his commerce; and although he had lived 
several years in Carolina and Georgia, and had there 
exercised the profession of an overseer, he regarded 
the Southern planters as no less the subjects of trade 
and speculation than the slaves he sold to them; as 
will appear in the sequel. It was to this man that 
the landlord introduced his two sons, and upon whom 
he was endeavoring to impose a belief, that he was 
the head of a family which took rank with those of 
the first planters of the district. The ladies of the 
household, though I had seen them in the kitchen 
when I walked round the house, had not yet presented 
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themselves to my master, nor indeed were they in 
a condition to be seen anywhere but in the apartment 
they occupied at the time. The young gentlemen gave a 
very gasconading account of the quoit-party and cockfight, 
from which they had just returned, and according 
to their version of the affair, it might have been 
an assemblage of at least half the military officers of 
the state; for all the persons of whom they spoke, 
were captains, majors and colonels. The eldest said, 
he had won two bowls of punch at quoits; and the 
youngest, whose cock had been victor in the battle, on 
which ten dollars were staked, vaunted much of the 
qualities of his bird; and supported his veracity by 
numerous oaths, and reiterated appeals to his brother 
for the truth of his assertions. Both these young 
men were so much intoxicated that they with difficulty 
maintained an erect posture in walking.</p>
          <p>By this time the sun was going down, and I observed 
two female slaves, a woman and girl, approaching 
the house on the side of the kitchen from the cotton-field. 
They were coming home to prepare supper 
for the family; the ladies whom I had seen in the 
kitchen not having been there for the purpose of 
performing the duties appropriate to that station, but 
having sought it as a place of refuge from the sight of 
my master, who had approached the front of their 
dwelling silently, and so suddenly as not to permit 
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them to gain the foot of the stairway in the large 
front room, without being seen by him, to whose view 
they by no means wished to expose themselves before 
they had visited their toilets. About dark the supper 
was ready in the large room, and, as it had two fronts, 
one of which looked into the yard where my companions 
and I had been permitted to seat ourselves, and 
had an opportunity of seeing, by the light of the candle, 
all that was done within, and of hearing all that 
was said. The ladies, four in number, had entered 
the room before the gentlemen; and when the latter 
came in my master was introduced, by the landlord to 
his wife and daughters, by the name and title of 
<hi rend="italics">Colonel M'Giffin</hi>, which, at that time, impressed me 
with a belief that he was really an officer, and that he 
had disclosed this circumstance without my knowledge; 
but I afterwards perceived that in the south it is deemed 
respectful to address a stranger by the title of 
Colonel, or Major, or General, if his appearance will 
warrant the association of so high a rank with his name. 
My master had declared his intention of becoming the 
inmate of this family for some time, and no pains 
seemed to be spared on their part to impress upon his 
mind the high opinion that they entertained of the 
dignity of the owner of fifty slaves; the possession of 
so large a number of human creatures being, in Carolina, 
a certificate of character, which entitles its bearer
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to enter whatever society he may choose to select, with 
out any thing more being known of his birth, his life 
or reputation. The man who owns fifty servants must 
needs be a gentleman amongst the higher ranks, and
the owner of half a hundred <hi rend="italics">niggers</hi> is a sort of nobleman 
amongst the low, the ignorant, and the vulgar. 
The mother and three daughters, whose appearance, 
when I saw them in the kitchen, would have warranted 
the conclusion that they had just risen from bed without 
having time to adjust their dress, were now gaily, 
if not neatly attired; and the two female slaves, who 
had come from the field at sundown to cook the supper, 
now waited at the table. The landlord talked 
much of his crops, his plantation and slaves, and of 
the distinguished families who exchanged visits with 
his own; but my master took very little part in the 
conversation of the evening, and appeared disposed to 
maintain the air of mystery which had hitherto invested 
his character.</p>
          <p>After it was quite dark, the slaves came in from the 
cotton-field, and taking little notice of us, went into 
the kitchen, and each taking thence a pint of corn, 
proceeded to a little mill, which was nailed to a post 
in the yard, and there commenced the operation of 
grinding meal for their suppers, which were afterwards 
to be prepared by baking the meal into cakes at the 
fire. The woman who was the mother of the three
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small children, was permitted to grind her allowance of 
corn first, and after her came the old man, and the 
others in succession. After the corn was converted 
into meal, each one kneaded it up with cold water into 
a thick dough, and raking away the ashes from a small 
space on the kitchen hearth, placed the dough, rolled 
up in green leaves, in the hollow, and covering it with 
hot embers, left it to be baked into bread, which was 
done in about half an hour. These loaves constituted 
the only supper of the slaves belonging to this family 
for I observed that the two women who had waited at 
the table, after the supper of the white people was 
disposed of, also came with their corn to the mill on the 
post and ground their allowance like the others. They 
had not been permitted to taste even the fragments of 
the meal that they had cooked for their masters and 
mistresses. It was eleven o'clock before these people 
had finished their supper of cakes, and several of them, 
especially the younger of the two lads, were so overpowered 
with toil and sleep, that they had to be roused 
from their slumbers when their cakes were done, to 
devour them.</p>
          <p>We had for our supper to-night, a pint of boiled 
rice to each person, and a small quantity of stale 
and very rancid butter, from the bottom of an old keg, or 
firkin, which contained about two pounds, the remnant 
of that which once filled it. We boiled the rice ourselves,
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in a large iron kettle; and, as our master now 
informed us that we were to remain here some time, 
many of us determined to avail ourselves of this season 
of respite from our toils, to wash our clothes, and 
free our persons from the vermin which had appeared 
amongst our party several weeks before, and now 
begun to be extremely tormenting. As we were not 
allowed any soap, we were obliged to resort to the use 
of a very fine and unctuous kind of clay, resembling 
fullers' earth, but of a yellow color, which was found 
on the margin of a small swamp near the house. This 
was the first time that I had ever heard of clay being 
used for the purpose of washing clothes; but I often 
availed myself of this resource afterwards, whilst I was 
a slave in the south. We wet our clothes, then rubbed 
this clay all over the garments, and by scouring 
it out in warm water with our hands, the cloth, whether 
of woollen, or cotton, or linen texture, was entirely 
clean. We subjected our persons to the same process, 
and in this way freed our camp from the host of enemies 
that had been generated in the course of our journey.</p>
          <p>This washing consumed the whole of the first day 
of our residence on the plantation of Mr. Hulig. 
We all lay the first night in a shed, or summer kitchen, 
standing behind the house, and a few yards from it a 
place in which the slaves of the plantation washed 
their clothes, and passed their Sundays in warm weather,
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when they did not work; but as this place was 
quite too small to accommodate our party, or indeed 
to contain us, without crowding us together in such a 
manner as to endanger our health, we were removed, 
the morning after our arrival, to an old decayed frame 
building, about one hundred yards from the house, 
which had been erected, as I learned, for a cotton-gin, 
but into which its possessor, for want of means I presume, 
had never introduced the machinery of the gin. 
This building was near forty feet square; was without 
any other floor than the earth, and neither doors nor 
windows, to close the openings which had been left for 
the admission of those who entered it. We were told 
that in this place the cotton of the plantation was deposited 
in the picking season, as it was brought from 
the field, until it could be removed to a neighboring 
plantation, where there was a gin to divest it of its 
seeds.</p>
          <p>Here we took our temporary abode - men and 
women, promiscuously. Our provisions, whilst we 
remained here, were regularly distributed to us; and 
our daily allowance to each person, consisted of a pint 
of corn, a pint of rice, and about three or four pounds 
of butter, such as we had received on the night of our 
arrival, divided amongst us, in small pieces from the 
point of a table knife. The rice we boiled in the iron 
kettle - we ground our corn at the little mill on the
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post in the kitchen, and converted the meal into bread, 
in the manner we had been accustomed to at home - 
sometimes on the hearth, and sometimes before the fire 
on a hoe. The butter was given us as an extraordinary 
ration, to strengthen and recruit us after our long 
march, and give us a healthy and expert appearance 
at the time of our future sale.</p>
          <p>We had no beds of any kind to sleep on, but each 
one was provided with a blanket, which had been the 
companion of our travels. We were left entirely at 
liberty to go out or in when we pleased, and no watch 
was kept over us either by night or day. </p>
          <p>Our master had removed us so far from our native 
country, that he supposed it impossible for any of us 
ever to escape from him, and surmount all the obstacles 
that lay between us and our former homes. He went 
away immediately after we were established in our new 
lodgings, and remained absent until the second evening 
about sundown, when he returned, came into our 
shed, sat down on a block of wood in the midst of us, 
and asked if any one had been sick; if we had got our 
clothes clean; and if we had been supplied with an 
allowance of rice, corn and butter. After satisfying 
himself upon these points, he told us that we were 
now at liberty to run away if we chose to do so; but 
if we made the attempt we should most certainly be 
re-taken, and subjected to the most terrible punishment
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“I never flog,” said he, “my practice is to 
<hi rend="italics">cat-haul</hi>; and if you run away, and I catch you 
again - as I surely shall do - and give you one cat-hauling, 
you will never run away again, nor attempt 
it.” I did not then understand the import of cat-hauling, 
but in after times, became well acquainted 
with its signification.</p>
          <p>We remained in this place nearly two weeks, during 
which time, our allowance of food was not varied, and 
was regularly given to us. We were not required to 
do any work; and I had liberty and leisure to walk 
about the plantation, and make such observations as I 
could upon the new state of things around me. Gentlemen 
and ladies came every day to look at us, with 
a view of becoming our purchasers; and we were examined 
with minute care as to our ages, former occupations, 
and capacity of performing labor. Our persons 
were inspected, and more especially the hands were 
scrutinized, to see if all the fingers were perfect, and 
capable of the quick motions necessary in picking cotton. 
Our master only visited us once a day, and 
sometimes he remained absent two days; so that he 
seldom met any of those who came to see us; but, 
whenever it so happened that he did meet them, he 
laid aside his silence and became very talkative, and 
even animated in his conversation, extolling our good 
qualities, and averring that he had purchased some of
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us of one colonel, and others of another general in 
Virginia; that he could by no means have procured us, 
had it not been that, in some instances, our masters 
had ruined themselves, and were obliged to sell us to 
save their families from ruin; and in others, that our 
owners were dead, their estates deeply in debt, and we 
had been sold at public sale; by which means he had 
become possessed of us. He said our habits were 
unexceptionable, our characters good; that there was not 
one among us all who had ever been known to run away, 
or steal any thing from our former masters. I observed 
that running away, and stealing from his master, were 
regarded as the highest crimes of which a slave could 
be guilty; but I heard no questions asked concerning 
our propensity to steal from other people besides our 
masters, and I afterwards learned, that this was not 
always regarded as a very high crime by the owner of 
a slave, provided he would perpetrate the theft so 
adroitly as not to be detected in it.</p>
          <p>We were severally asked by our visitors, if we would 
be willing to live with them, if they would purchase 
us, to which we generally replied in the affirmative; 
but our owner declined all the offers that were made 
for us, upon the ground that we were too poor
 - looked too bad to be sold at present - and that in 
our condition he could not expect to get a fair value 
for us.</p>
          <pb id="ball70" n="70"/>
          <p>One evening, when our master was with us, a thin, 
sallow-looking man rode up to the house, and alighting 
from his horse, came to us, and told him that he
had come to buy a boy; that he wished to get a good 
field hand, and would pay a good price for him. I 
never saw a human countenance that expressed more 
of the evil passions of the of the heart than did that of this 
man, and his conversation corresponded with his 
physiognomy. Every sentence of his language was 
accompanied with an oath of the most vulgar profanity, 
and his eyes appeared to me to be the index of a soul 
as cruel as his visage was disgusting and repulsive.</p>
          <p>After looking at us for some time, this wretch singled 
<hi rend="italics">me</hi> out as the object of his choice, and coming 
up to me, asked me how I would like him for a master. 
In my heart I detested him; but a slave is often 
afraid to speak the truth, and divulge all he feels; so 
with myself in this instance, as it was doubtful whether 
I might not fall into his hands, and be subject to the 
violence of his temper, I told him that if he was a 
good master, as every gentleman ought to be, I should 
be willing to live with him. He appeared satisfied 
with my answer, and turning to my master, said he 
would give a high price for me. “I can,” said he,
“by going to Charleston, buy as many Guinea negroes 
as I please for two hundred dollars each, but as I like 
this fellow, I will give you four hundred for him.” 
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This offer struck terror into my heart, for I knew it 
was as much as was generally given for the best and 
ablest slaves, and I expected that it would immediately 
be accepted as my price, and that I should be 
at once consigned to the hands of this man, of whom 
I had formed so abhorrent an opinion. To my surprise 
and satisfaction. However, my master made no 
reply to the proposition; but stood for a moment, with 
one hand raised to his face and his fore-finger on his 
nose, and then turning suddenly to me, said, “Go into 
the house; I shall not sell you to-day.” It was my 
business to obey the order of departure, and as I went
beyond the sound of their voices, I could not understand 
the purport of the conversation which followed 
between these two traffickers in human blood; but 
after a parley of about a quarter of an hour, the 
hated stranger started abruptly away, and going to 
the road, mounted his horse, and rode off at a gallop, 
banishing himself and my fears together.</p>
          <p>I did not see my master again this evening, and 
when I came out of our barracks in the morning, although 
it was scarcely daylight, I saw him standing 
near one corner of the building, with his head inclined 
towards the wall, evidently listening to catch any 
sounds within. He ordered me to go and feed his 
horse, and have him saddled for him by sunrise. 
About an hour afterwards he came to the stable in his 
 <pb id="ball72" n="72"/>
riding dress; and told me that he should remove us 
all to Columbia in a few days. He then rode away, 
and did not return until the third day afterwards. </p>
        </div2>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER IV.</head>
          <p>IT was now about the middle of June, the weather 
excessively warm, and from eleven o'clock. A. M., until 
late in the afternoon, the sand about our residence 
was so hot that we could not stand on it with our 
bare feet in one posture, more than one or two minutes. 
The whole country, so far as I could see, appeared 
to be dead plain, without the least variety of 
either hill or dale. The pine was so far the predominant 
timber of the forest, that at a little distance 
the entire woods appeared to be composed of this tree.</p>
          <p>I had become weary of being confined to the immediate 
vicinity of our lodgings, and determined to venture 
out into the fields of the plantation, and see the 
manner of cultivating cotton. Accordingly, after I 
had made my morning meal upon corn cakes, I sallied 
out in the direction which I had seen the slaves of the 
plantation take at the time they left the house at daylight, 
and following a path through a small field of 
corn, which was so tall as to prevent me from seeing 
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beyond it, I soon arrived at the field in which the people 
were at work with hoes amongst the cotton, which 
was about two feet high, and had formed such 
long branches, that they could no longer plough 
in it without breaking it.  Expecting to pass the 
remainder of my life in this kind of labor, I felt anxious 
to know the evils, if any, attending it, and more especially 
the manner in which the slaves were treated on 
the cotton estates.</p>
          <p>The people now before me, were all diligently and 
laboriously weeding and hilling the cotton with hoes, 
and when I approached them, they scarcely took time 
to speak to me, but continued their labor as if I had 
not been present. As there did not appear to be any 
overseer with them, I thought I would go amongst 
them, and enter into conversation with them; but 
upon addressing myself to one of the men, and telling 
him, if it was not disagreeable to him, I should be 
glad to become acquainted with him, he said he should 
be glad to be acquainted with me, but master Tom 
did not allow him to talk much to people when he 
was at work. I asked him where his master Tom 
was; but before he had time to reply, same one called 
- “Mind you work there, you rascals.” Looking 
in the direction of the sound, I saw master Tom, sitting 
under the shade of a sassafras tree, at the distance 
of about a hundred yards from us. Deeming it 
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unsafe to continue in the field without the permission 
of its lord, I approached the sassafras tree, with my 
hat in my hand, and in a very humble manner, asked 
leave to help the people work awhile, as I was tired 
of staying about the house and doing nothing. He 
said he did not care; I might go and work with them 
awhile, but I must take care not to talk too much and 
keep his hands from their work.</p>
          <p>Now, having authority on my side, I returned, and 
taking a hoe from the hands of a small girl, told her 
to pull up weeds, and I would take her row for her. 
When we arrived at the end of the rows which we 
were then hilling, master Tom, who still held his post 
under the sassafras tree, called his people to come to 
breakfast. Although I had already broken my fast, I 
went with the rest for the purpose of seeing what their 
breakfast was composed of. At the tree I saw a keg 
which contained about five gallons, with water in it, 
and a gourd lying by it; near this was a basket made 
of splits, large enough to hold more than a peck. It 
contained the breakfast of the people, covered by some 
green leaves of the magnolia, or great bay tree of the 
South. When the leaves were removed, I found that
the supply of provisions consisted of one cake of cornmeal, 
weighing about half a pound, for each person 
This bread had no sort of seasoning, not even salt, and 
constituted the only breakfast of these poor people, 
 <pb id="ball76" n="76"/>
who had been toiling from early dawn until about 
eight o'clock. There was no cake for me, and master 
Tom did not say anything to me on the state of my 
stomach; but the young girl, whose hoe I had taken 
in the field, offered me a part of her cake, which I refused. 
After the breakfast was despatched, we again 
returned to our work; but the master ordered the 
girl, whose hoe I had, to go and get another hoe which 
lay at some distance in the field, and take her row 
again. I continued in the field until dinner, which 
took place about one o'clock, and was the same, in all 
respects, as the breakfast had been.</p>
          <p>Master Tom was the younger of the two brothers 
who returned from the cock-fight on the evening of 
our arrival at this place, - he left the field about ten 
o'clock, and was succeeded by his elder brother, as 
overseer for the remainder of the day. After this 
change of superintendents, my companions became 
more loquacious, and in the course of an hour or two, 
I had become familiar with the condition of my 
fellow-laborers, who told me that the elder of their 
young masters was much less tyrannical than his 
younger brother; and that whilst the former remained 
in the field they would be at liberty to talk as 
much as they pleased, provided they did not neglect 
their work. One of the men who appeared to be about 
forty years of age, and who was the foreman of the  
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field, told me that he had been born in South Carolina, 
and had always lived there, though he had only 
belonged to his present master about ten years. I 
asked him if his master allowed him no meat, nor any 
kind of provisions except bread; to which he replied 
that they never had any meat except at Christmas, 
when each hand on the place received about three 
pounds of pork; that from September, when the sweet 
potatoes were at the maturity of their growth, they 
had an allowance of potatoes as long as the crop held 
out, which was generally until about March; but that 
for the rest of the year, they had nothing but a peck 
of corn a week, with such weeds and other vegetables 
as they could gather from the fields for greens - that 
their master did not allow them any salt, and that the 
only means they had of procuring this luxury, was, 
by working on Sundays for the neighboring planters, 
who paid them in money at the rate of fifty cents per 
day, with which they purchased salt and some other 
articles of convenience.</p>
          <p>This man told me that his master furnished him 
with two shirts of tow linen, and two pair of <sic>trowsers</sic>, 
one of woollen and the other of linen cloth, one woollen 
jacket, and one blanket every year. That he received 
the woollen clothes at Christmas, and the linen 
at Easter; and all the other clothes, if any, 
he was obliged to provide for himself by working on 
<pb id="ball78" n="78"/> 
Sunday. He said, that for several years past, he had 
not been able to provide any clothes for himself; as 
he had a wife with several small children, on an adjoining 
plantation, whose master gave only one suit 
of clothes in the year to the mother, and none of any 
kind to the children, which had compelled him to lay 
out all his savings in providing clothes for his family, 
and such little necessaries as were called for by his 
wife from time to time. He had not had a shoe on 
his foot for several years, but in winter made a kind 
of moccasin for himself of the bark of a tree, which he 
said was abundant in the swamps, and could be so 
manufactured as to make good ropes, and tolerable 
moccasins, sufficient at least to defend the feet from 
the frost, though not to keep them dry.</p>
          <p>The old man whom I have alluded to before, was 
in the field with the others, though he was not able 
to keep up with his row. He had no clothes on him 
except the remains of an old shirt, which hung in tatters 
from his neck and arms; the two young girls 
had nothing on them but petticoats, made of coarse 
tow-cloth, and the woman, who was the mother of 
the children, wore the remains of a tow-linen shift, 
the front part of which was entirely gone; but a 
piece of old cotton bagging tied round her loins, served 
the purposes of an apron The younger of the two 
boys was entirely naked </p>
          <pb id="ball79" n="79"/>
          <p>The man who was foreman of the field, was a person 
of good sense for the condition of life in which fortune 
had placed him, and spoke to me freely of his hard 
lot. I observed that under his shirt, which was very 
ragged, he wore a piece of fine linen cloth, apparently 
part of an old shirt, wrapped closely round his back, 
and confined in front by strings, tied down his breast. 
I asked him why he wore that piece of gentleman's 
linen under his shirt, and shall give his reply in his 
own words as well as I can recollect them, at a distance 
of near thirty years.</p>
          <p>“I have always been a hard working man, and have 
suffered a great deal from hunger in my time. It is 
not possible for a man to work hard every day for 
several months, and get nothing but a peck of corn a 
week to eat, and not feel hungry. When a man is 
hungry, you know, (if you have ever been hungry,) he 
must eat whatever he can get. I have not tasted 
meat since last Christmas, and we have had to work 
uncommonly hard this summer. Master has a flock 
of sheep, that run in the woods, and they come every 
night to sleep in the lane near the house. Two weeks 
ago last Saturday, when we quit work at night, I was 
very hungry, and as we went to the house we passed 
along the lane where the sheep lay. There were 
nearly fifty of them, and some were very fat. The 
temptation was more than I could bear. I caught 
<pb id="ball80" n="80"/>
one of them, cut its head off with the hoe that I carried 
on my shoulder, and threw it under the fence. 
About midnight, when all was still about the house, 
I went out with a knife, took the sheep into the woods, 
and dressed it by the light of the moon. The carcass 
I took home, and after cutting it up, placed it in the 
great kettle over a good fire, intending to boil it and 
divide it, when cooked, between my fellow-slaves 
(whom I knew to be as hungry as I was) and myself. 
Unfortunately for me, master Tom, who had been out 
amongst his friends that day, had not returned at bedtime; 
and about one o'clock in the morning, at the 
time when I had a blazing fire under the kettle, I 
heard the sound of the feet of a horse coming along 
the lane. The kitchen walls were open so that the 
light of my fire could not be concealed, and in a moment 
I heard the horse blowing at the front of the 
house. Conscious of my danger, I stripped my shirt 
from my back, and pushed it into the boiling kettle, 
so as wholly to conceal the flesh of the sheep. I had 
scarcely completed this act of precaution, when master 
Tom burst into the kitchen, and with a terrible oath, 
asked me what I was doing so late at night, with a 
great fire in the kitchen. I replied, ‘I am going to 
wash my shirt, master, and am boiling it to get it 
clean.’ ‘Washing your shirt at this time of night!’ 
said he, ‘I will let you know that you are not to sit 
<pb id="ball81" n="81"/> 
up all night and be lazy and good for nothing all day. 
There shall be no boiling of shirts here on Sunday 
morning.’ and thrusting his cane into the kettle, he 
raised my shirt out and threw it on the kitchen floor.</p>
          <p>“He did not at first observe the mutton, which rose 
to the surface of the water as soon as the shirt was 
removed; but , after giving the shirt a kick towards 
the door, he again turned his face to the fire, and seeing 
a leg standing several inches out of the pot, he 
demanded of me what I had in there and where I had 
got this meat! Finding that I was detected, and 
that the whole matter must be discovered, I said, - 
‘Master, I am hungry, and am cooking my supper.’ 
‘What is it you have in here?’ ‘A sheep,’ said I, and 
as the words were uttered, he knocked me down with 
his cane, and after beating me severely, ordered me to 
cross my hands until he bound me fast with a rope 
that hung in the kitchen, and answered the double 
purpose of a clothes line and a cord to tie us with 
when we were to be whipped. He put out the fire 
under the kettle, drew me into the yard, tied me fast 
to the mill-post, and leaving me there for the night, 
went and called one of the negro boys to put his horse 
in the stable, and went to his bed. The cord was 
bound so tightly round my wrists, that before morning 
the blood had burst out under my finger nails; 
but I suppose my master slept soundly for all that.
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I was afraid to call any one to come and release me 
from my torment, lest a still more terrible punishment 
might overtake me.</p>
          <p>“I was permitted to remain in this situation until 
long after sunrise the next morning, which being Sunday, 
was quiet and still; my fellow-slaves being permitted 
to take their rest after the severe toil of the 
past week, and my old master and the two young ones 
having no occasion to rise to call the hands to the 
field, did not think of interrupting their morning 
slumbers, to release me from my painful confinement. 
However, when the sun was risen about an hour, I 
heard the noise of persons moving in the great house, 
and soon after a loud and boisterous conversation, 
which I well knew portended no good to me. At 
length they all three came into the yard where I lay 
lashed to the post, and approaching me, my old master 
asked me if I had any accomplices in stealing the 
sheep. I told them none - that it was entirely my 
own act - and that none of my fellow-slaves had any 
hand in it. This was the truth; but if any of my 
companions had been concerned with me, I should 
not have betrayed them; for such an act of treachery 
could not have alleviated the dreadful punishment 
which I knew awaited me, and would only have involved 
them in the same misery.</p>
          <p>“They called me a thief, loaded me with oaths and 
<pb id="ball83" n="83"/> 
imprecations, and each one proposed the punishment 
which he deemed the most appropriate to the enormity 
of the crime that I had committed. Master 
Tom was of opinion, that I should be lashed to the 
post at the foot of which I lay, and that each of my 
fellow-slaves should be compelled to give me a dozen 
lashes in turn, with a roasted and greased hickory 
<hi rend="italics">gad</hi> , until I had received, in the whole, two hundred 
and fifty lashes on my bare back, and that he would 
stand by, with the whip in his hand, and <hi>compel</hi>them not to spare me; but after a short debate this 
was given up, as it would probably render me unable 
to work in the field again for several weeks. 
My master Ned was in favor of giving me a dozen 
lashes every morning for a month, with the whip; but 
my old master said, this would be attended with too 
much trouble, and besides, it would keep me from my 
work, at least half an hour every morning, and proposed, 
in his turn, that I should not be whipped at all, 
but that the carcass of the sheep should be taken from 
the kettle in its half-boiled condition, and hung up in 
the kitchen loft without salt; and that I should be 
compelled to subsist on this putrid mutton without 
any other food, until it should be consumed. This 
suggestion met the approbation of my young masters, 
and would have been adopted, had not mistress at this 
moment come into the yard, and hearing the intended 
<pb id="ball84" n="84"/> 
punishment, loudly objected to it, because the mutton 
would, in a day or two, create such an offensive stench, 
that she and my young mistresses would not be able 
to remain in the house. My mistress swore dreadfully, 
and cursed me for an ungrateful sheep thief, who, after 
all her kindness in giving me soup and warm bread 
when I was sick last winter, was always stealing every 
thing I could get hold of. She then said to my master, 
that such <sic>villany</sic> ought not to be passed over in a 
slight manner, and that as crimes, such as this, concerned 
the whole country, my punishment ought to be 
public for the purpose of example; and advised him 
to have me whipped that same afternoon, at five 
o'clock; first giving notice to the neighborhood to 
come and see the spectacle, and to bring with them 
their slaves, that they might be witnesses to the consequences 
of stealing sheep.</p>
          <p>“They then returned to the house to breakfast; 
but as the pain in my hands and arms produced by 
the ligatures of the cord with which I was bound, was 
greater than I could bear, I now felt exceedingly sick, 
and lost all knowledge of my situation. They told 
me I fainted; and when I recovered my faculties, I 
found myself lying in the shade of the house, with my 
hands free, and all the white persons in my master's 
family standing around me. As soon as I was able to 
stand, the rope was tied round my neck, and the other 
 <pb id="ball85" n="85"/>
end again fastened to the mill post. My mistress said 
I had only pretended to faint; and master Tom said, 
I would have something worth fainting for before 
night. He was faithful to his promise; but, for the 
present, I was suffered to sit on the grass in the shade 
of the house.</p>
          <p>“As soon as breakfast was over, my two young 
masters had their horses saddled, and set out to give 
notice to their friends of what had happened, and to 
invite them to come and see me punished for the crime 
I had committed. My mistress gave me no breakfast, 
and when I begged one of the black boys whom I saw 
looking at me through the pales, to bring me some 
water in a gourd to drink, she ordered him to bring it 
from a puddle in the lane. My mistress has always 
been very cruel to all her black people.</p>
          <p>“I remained in this situation until about eleven 
o'clock, when one of my young mistresses came to me 
and gave me a piece of jonny-cake about the size of 
my hand, perhaps larger than my hand, telling me at 
the same time, that my fellow-slaves had been permitted 
to re-boil the mutton that I had left in the kettle, 
and make their breakfast of it, but that her mother 
would not allow her to give me any part of it. It was 
well for them that I had parboiled it with my shirt, 
and so defiled it that it was unfit for the table of my 
master, otherwise, no portion of it would have fallen 
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to the black people - as it was, they had as much meat 
as they could consume in two days, for which I had to 
suffer.</p>
          <p>“About twelve o'clock, one of my young masters 
returned, and soon afterwards the other came home. 
I heard them tell my old master that they had been 
round to give notice of my offence to the neighboring 
planters, and that several of them would attend to see 
me flogged, and would bring with them some of their 
slaves, who might be able to report to their companions 
what had been done to me for stealing.</p>
          <p>“It was late in the afternoon before any of the gentlemen 
came; but, before five o'clock, there were more 
than twenty white people, and at least fifty black 
ones present, the latter of whom had been compelled, 
by their masters, to come and see me punished. 
Amongst others, an overseer from a neighboring estate 
attended; and to him was awarded the office of executioner. 
I was stripped of my shirt, and the waistband 
of my trousers was drawn closely round me, below 
my hips, so as to expose the whole of my back, 
in its entire length. </p>
          <p>“It seems that it had been determined to beat me 
with thongs of raw cow-hide, for the overseer had two 
of these in his hands, each about four feet long; but 
one of the gentlemen present said this might bruise my 
back so badly, that I could not work for sometime; 
<pb id="ball87" n="87"/> 
perhaps not for a week or two; and as I could not be 
spared from the field without disadvantage to my master's 
crop, he suggested a different plan, by which, in 
his opinion, the greatest degree of pain could be inflicted 
on me, with the least danger of rendering me 
unable to work. As he was a large planter, and had 
more than fifty slaves, all were disposed to be guided 
by his counsels, and my master said he would submit 
the matter entirely to him as a man of judgment and 
experience in such cases. He then desired my master 
to have a dozen pods of red pepper boiled in half a 
gallon of water, and desired the overseer to lay aside 
his thongs of raw-hide, and put a new cracker of silk, 
to the lash of his negro whip. Whilst these preparations 
were being made, each of my thumbs were lashed 
closely to the end of a stick about three feet long, and 
a chair being placed beside the mill post, I was compelled 
to raise my hands and place the stick, to which 
my thumbs were bound, over the top of the post, which 
is about eighteen inches square; the chair was then 
taken from under me, and I was left hanging by the 
thumbs, with my face towards the post, and my feet 
about a foot from the ground. My two great toes 
were then tied together, and drawn down the post as 
far as my joints could be stretched; the cord was passed 
round the post two or three times and securely fastened. 
In this posture I had no power of motion, 
  <pb id="ball88" n="88"/>
except in my neck, and could only move that at the 
expense of beating my face against the side of the post.</p>
          <p>“The pepper tea was now brought, and poured into 
a basin to cool, and the overseer was desired to give 
me a dozen lashes just above the waist-band; and not 
to cover a space of more than four inches on my back, 
from the waist-band upwards. He obeyed the injunction 
faithfully, but slowly, and each crack of the whip 
was followed by a sensation as painful as if a red hot 
iron had been drawn across my back. When the 
twelve strokes had been given, the operation was suspended, 
and a black man, one of the slaves present, 
was compelled to wash the gashes in my skin, with 
the scalding pepper tea, which was yet so hot that he 
could not hold his hand in it. This doubly-burning 
liquid was thrown into my raw and bleeding wounds, 
and produced a tormenting smart, beyond the description 
of language. After a delay of ten minutes, by 
the watch, I received another dozen lashes, on the 
part of my back which was immediately above the 
bleeding and burning gashes of the former whipping; 
and again the biting, stinging, pepper tea was applied 
to my lacerated and trembling muscles. This operation 
was continued at regular intervals, until I had 
received ninety-six lashes, and my back was cut and 
scalded from end to end. Every stroke of the whip 
had drawn blood; many of the gashes were three inches 
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long; my back burned as if it had been covered by a 
coat of hot embers, mixed with living coals; and I felt 
my flesh quiver like that of animals that have been 
slaughtered by the butcher and are flayed whilst yet 
half alive. My face was bruised, and my nose bled 
profusely, for in the madness of my agony, I had not 
been able to refrain from beating my head violently 
against the post.</p>
          <p>“Vainly did I beg and implore for mercy. I was 
kept bound to the post with my whole weight hanging 
upon my thumbs, an hour and a half, but it appeared 
to me that I had entered upon eternity, and that my 
sufferings would never end. At length, however, my 
feet were unbound, and afterwards my hands; but 
when released from the cords, I was so far exhausted 
as not to be able to stand, and my thumbs were stiff 
and motionless. I was carried into the kitchen, and 
laid on a blanket, where my mistress came to see me; 
and after looking at my lacerated back, and telling me 
that my wounds were only skin deep, said I had come 
off well, after what I had done, and that I ought to 
be thankful that it was not worse with me. She then 
bade me not to groan so loud, nor make so much noise, 
and left me to myself. I lay in this condition until it 
was quite dark, by which time the burning of my back 
had much abated, and was succeeded by an aching 
soreness, which rendered me unable to turn over, or
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bend my spine in the slightest manner. My mistress 
again visited me, and brought with her about half a 
pound of fat bacon, which she made one of the black 
women roast before the fire on a fork, until the oil ran 
freely from it, and then rub it warm over my back. 
This was repeated until I was greased from the neck 
to the hips, effectually. An old blanket was then 
thrown over me, and I was left to pass the night alone. 
Such was the terror stricken into my fellow-slaves, by 
the example made of me, that although they loved and 
pitied me, not one of them dared to approach me during 
this night.</p>
          <p>“My strength was gone, and I at length fell asleep, 
from which I did not awake until the horn was blown 
the next morning, to call the people to the corn crib, 
to receive their weekly allowance of a peck of corn. I 
did not rise, nor attempt to join the other people, and 
shortly afterwards my master entered the kitchen, and 
in a soft and gentle tone of voice, asked me if I was 
dead. I answered him that I was not dead, and making 
some effort, found I was able to get upon my feet. 
My master had become frightened when he missed me 
at the corn crib, and being suddenly seized with an 
apprehension that I was dead, his heart had become 
softened, not with compassion for my sufferings, but 
with the fear of losing his best field hand; but when 
he saw me stand before him erect, and upright, the 
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recollection of the lost sheep revived in his mind, and 
with it, all his feelings of revenge against the author 
of its death.</p>
          <p>“ ‘So you are not dead yet, you thieving rascal,’ 
said he, and cursing me with many bitter oaths, ordered 
me to go along to the crib and get my corn, and go 
to work with the rest of the hands. I was forced to 
obey, and taking my basket of corn from the door of 
the crib, placed it in the kitchen loft, and went to the 
field with the other people.</p>
          <p>“Weak and exhausted as I was, I was compelled 
to do the work of an able hand, but was not permitted 
to taste the mutton, which was all given to the others, 
who were carefully guarded whilst they were eating,
lest they should give me some of it.”</p>
          <p>This man's back was not yet well. Many of the 
gashes made by the lash were yet sore, and those that 
were healed had left long white stripes across his body. 
He had no notion of leaving the service of his tyrannical 
master, and his spirit was so broken and subdued 
that he was ready to suffer and to bear all his 
hardships: not, indeed, without complaining, but 
without attempting to resist his oppressors or to escape 
from their power. I saw him often whilst I remained 
at this place, and ventured to tell him once, 
that if I had a master who would abuse me as he had 
abused him, I would run away. “Where could I 
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run, or in what place could I conceal myself?” said 
he. “I have known many slaves who ran away, but 
they were always caught and treated worse afterwards 
than they had been before. I have heard that there 
is a place called Philadelphia, where the black people 
are all free, but I do not know which way it lies, nor 
what road I should take to go there; and if I knew 
the way, how could I hope to get there? would not 
the patrol be sure to catch me?”</p>
          <p>I pitied this unfortunate creature, and was at the 
same time fearful that, in a short time, I should be 
equally the object of pity myself. How well my fears 
were justified the sequel of my narrative will show.</p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER V.</head>
          <p>WE had been stationed in the old cotton-gin house 
about twenty days, had recovered from the fatigues of 
our journey, and were greatly improved in our strength 
and appearance, when our master returned one evening, 
after an absence of two days, and told us that we 
must go to Columbia the next day, and must, for this 
purpose, have our breakfast ready by sunrise. On the 
following morning he called us at daylight, and we 
made all despatch in preparing our morning repast, 
the last that we were to take in our present residence.</p>
          <p>As our equipments consisted of a few clothes we had 
on our persons and a solitary blanket to each individual, 
our baggage was easily adjusted, and we were 
on the road before the sun was up half an hour; and 
in less than an hour we were in Columbia, drawn up in 
a long line in the street opposite the court-house.</p>
          <p>The town, which was small and mean-looking, was 
full of people, and I believe that more than a thousand 
gentlemen came to look at us within the course 
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of this day. We were kept in the street about an 
hour, and were then taken into the jail-yard and 
permitted to sit down; but were not shut up in the jail. 
The court was sitting in Columbia at this time, and 
either this circumstance or the intelligence of our 
arrival in the country, or both, had drawn together a 
very great crowd of people.</p>
          <p>We were supplied with victuals by the jailor, and 
had a small allowance of salt pork for dinner. We 
slept in the jail at night, and as none of us had been 
sold on the day of our arrival in Columbia, and we 
had not heard any of the persons who came to look at 
us make proposals to our master for our purchase, I 
supposed it might be his intention to drive us still 
farther south before he offered us for sale; but I discovered 
my error on the second day, which was Tuesday. 
This day the crowd in town was much greater 
than it had been on Monday; and, about ten o'clock 
our master came into the yard in company with the 
jailor, and after looking at us some time, the latter 
addressed us in a short speech, which continued perhaps 
five minutes. In this harangue he told us we 
had come to live in the finest country in the world; 
that South Carolina was the richest and best part of 
the United States; and that he was going to sell us 
to gentlemen who would make us all very happy, and 
would require us to do no hard work; but only raise 
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cotton and pick it. He then ordered a handsome 
young lad, about eighteen years of age, to follow him 
into the street, where he observed a great concourse 
of persons collected. Here the jailor made another 
harangue to the multitude, in which he assured them 
that he was just about to sell the most valuable lot 
of slaves that had ever been offered in Columbia.  
That we were all young, in excellent health, of good 
habits, having been all purchased in Virginia, from 
the estates of tobacco planters; and that there was 
not one in the whole lot who had lost the use of a 
single finger, or was blind of an eye.</p>
          <p>He then cried the poor lad for sale, and the first 
bid he received was two hundred dollars. Others 
quickly succeeded, and the boy, who was a remarkably 
handsome youth, was stricken off in a few minutes to 
a young man who appeared not much older than himself, 
at three hundred and fifty dollars. The purchaser 
paid down his price to our master on a table in the 
jail, and the lad, after bidding us farewell, followed 
his new master with tears running down his cheeks.</p>
          <p>He next sold a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen 
years old, for two hundred and fifty dollars to a lady 
who attended the sales in her carriage, and made her 
bids out of a window. In this manner the sales 
were continued for about two hours and a half, when 
they were adjourned until three o'clock. In the afternoon 
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they were again resumed, and kept open until 
about five o'clock, when they were closed for the day. 
As my companions were sold, they were taken from 
amongst us, and we saw them no more.</p>
          <p>The next morning, before day, I was awakened from 
my sleep by the sound of several heavy fires of cannon, 
which were discharged, as it seemed to me, within a 
few yards of the place where I lay. These were succeeded 
by fifes and drums, and all the noise with 
which I had formerly heard the fourth of July ushered 
in, at the Navy Yard in Washington.</p>
          <p>Since I had left Maryland I had carefully kept the 
reckoning of the days of the week, but had not been 
careful to note the dates of the month; yet as soon 
as daylight appeared, and the door of our apartment 
was opened, I inquired and learned that this was, as 
I had supposed it to be, the day of universal rejoicing.</p>
          <p>I understood that the court did not sit this day, 
but a great crowd of people gathered and remained 
around the jail all the morning; many of whom were 
intoxicated, and sang and shouted in honor of free 
government, and the rights of man. About eleven 
o'clock, a long table was spread under a row of trees 
which grew in the street, not far from the jail, and 
which appeared to me to be of the kind called in 
Pennsylvania, the pride of China. At this table 
several hundred persons sat down to dinner soon after
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noon, and continued to eat and drink, and sing songs 
in honor of liberty, for more than two hours. At the 
end of the dinner a gentleman rose and stood upon 
his chair, near one end of the table, and begged the 
company to hear him for a few minutes. He informed 
them that he was a candidate for some office - but 
what office it was I do not recollect - and said, that 
as it was an acknowledged principle of our free 
government, that all men were born free and equal, he 
presumed it would not be deemed an act of arrogance 
in him, to call upon them for their votes at the coming 
election.</p>
          <p>This first speaker was succeeded by another, who 
addressed his audience in nearly the same language; 
and after he had concluded, the company broke up. I 
heard a black man that belonged to the jailer, or, who 
was at least in his service, say that there had been a 
great meeting that morning in the court house, at which 
several gentlemen had made speeches.</p>
          <p>When I lived at the navy-yard, the officers sometimes 
permitted me to go up town with them, on the 
fourth of July, and listen to the fine speeches that were 
made there, on such occasions.</p>
          <p>About five o'clock, the jailer came and stood at the 
front door of the jail, and proclaimed, in a very loud 
voice, that a sale of most valuable slaves would immediately 
take place; that he had sold many fine hands 
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yesterday, but they were only the refuse and most 
worthless part of the whole lot; - that those who 
wished to get great bargains and prime property, had 
better attend now; as it was certain that such negroes 
had never been offered for sale in Columbia before.</p>
          <p>In a few minutes the whole assembly, that had composed 
the dinner party, and hundreds of others, were 
convened around the <sic>jair</sic> door, and the jailer again 
proceeded with his auction. Several of the stoutest 
men and handsomest women in the whole company, 
had been reserved for this day; and I perceived that 
the very best of us were kept back for the last. We 
went off at rather better prices than had been obtained 
on the former day; and I perceived much eagerness 
amongst the bidders, many of whom were not sober. 
Within less than three hours, only three of us remained 
in the jail; and we were ordered to come and stand 
at the door, in front of the crier, who made a most 
extravagant eulogium upon our good qualities and 
capacity to perform labor. He said, “These three 
fellows are as strong as horses, and as patient as mules; 
one of them can do as much work as two common 
men, and they are perfectly honest. Mr. M'Giffin 
says, he was assured by their former masters that they 
were never known to steal, or run away. They must 
bring good prices, gentlemen, or they will not be sold. 
Their master is determined, that if they do not bring 
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six hundred dollars, he will not sell them, but will 
take them to Georgia next summer, and sell them to 
some of the new settlers. These boys can do anything. 
This one,” referring to me, “can cut five cords of wood 
in a day, and put it up. He is a rough carpenter, 
and a first rate field hand. This one,” laying his hand 
on the shoulder of one of my companions, “is a blacksmith; 
and can lay a ploughshare; put new steel 
upon an axe; or mend a broken chain.” The other, 
he recommended as a good shoemaker, and well acquainted 
with the process of tanning leather.</p>
          <p>We were all nearly of the same age; and very stout, 
healthy, robust young men, in full possession of our 
corporal powers; and if we had been shut up in a 
room, with ten of the strongest of those who had 
assembled to purchase us, and our liberty had depended 
on tying them fast to each other, I have no doubt 
that we should have been free, if ropes had been provided 
for us.</p>
          <p>After a few minutes of hesitancy amongst the 
purchasers and a closer examination of our persons than 
had been made in the jail-yard, an elderly gentleman 
said he would take the carpenter; and the blacksmith, 
and shoemaker, were immediately taken by others, at 
the required price.</p>
          <p>It was now sundown. The heat of the day had 
been very oppressive, and I was glad to be released 
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from the confined air of the jail, and the hot atmosphere, 
in which so many hundreds were breathing. - 
My new master asked me my name, and ordered me 
to follow him.</p>
          <p>We proceeded to a tavern, where a great number of 
persons were assembled, at a short distance from the 
jail. My master entered the house, and joined in the 
conversation of the party, in which the utmost hilarity 
prevailed. They were drinking toasts in honor of 
liberty and independence, over glasses of toddy - a 
liquor composed of a mixture of rum, water, sugar, 
and nutmeg.</p>
          <p>It was ten o'clock at night before my master and his 
companions had finished their toasts and toddy; and 
all this time, I had been standing before the door, or 
sitting on a log of wood, that lay in front of the house. 
At one time, I took a seat on a bench, at the side of 
the house; but was soon driven from this position by 
a gentleman, in military clothes, with a large gilt 
epaulet on each shoulder, and a profusion of glittering 
buttons on his coat; who passing near me in the dark, 
and happening to cast his eye on me, demanded of me, 
in an imperious tone, how I dared to sit on that seat. 
I told him I was a stranger, and did not know that it 
was wrong to sit there. He then ordered me with an 
oath, to begone from there; and said, if he caught me 
on that bench again, he would cut my head off. “Did 
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you not see white people sit upon that bench, you saucy 
rascal?” said he. I assured him I had not seen any 
white gentleman sit on the bench, as it was near night 
when I came to the house; that I had not intended to 
be saucy, or misbehave myself; and that I hoped he 
would not be angry with me, as my master had left 
me at the door, and had not told me where I was to sit.</p>
          <p>I remained on the log until the termination of the 
festival, in honor of liberty and equality; when my 
master came to the door, and observed in my hearing, 
to some of his friends, that they had celebrated the 
day in a handsome manner.</p>
          <p>No person, except the military gentleman, had 
spoken to me since I came to the house in the evening 
with my master, who seemed to have forgotten me; 
for he remained at the door, warmly engaged in conversation, 
on various political subjects, a full hour after 
he rose from the toast party. At length, however, I 
heard him say -  “I bought a negro this evening - I 
wonder where he is.” Rising immediately from the 
log on which I had been so long seated, I presented 
myself before him, and said, “Here, master.” He 
then ordered me to go to the kitchen of the inn, and 
go to sleep; but said nothing to me about supper. -  
I retired to the kitchen, where I found a large number 
of servants, who belonged to the house, and among 
them two young girls, who had been purchased by a 
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gentleman who lived near Augusta; and who, they 
told me, intended to set out for his plantation the 
next morning, and take them with him.</p>
          <p>These girls had been sold out of our company on the 
first day; and had been living in the tavern kitchen 
since that time. They appeared quite contented, and 
evinced no repugnance to setting out the next morning 
for their master's plantation. They were of that 
order of people who never look beyond the present 
day; and so long as they had plenty of victuals, in 
this kitchen, they did not trouble themselves with 
reflections upon the cotton field.</p>
          <p>One of the servants gave me some cold meat and a 
piece of wheaten bread, which was the first I had 
tasted since I left Maryland, and indeed, it was the 
last that I tasted until I reached Maryland again.</p>
          <p>I here met with a man who was born and brought 
up in the Northern Neck of Virginia, on the banks of 
the Potomac, and within a few miles of my native 
place. We soon formed an acquaintance, and sat up 
nearly all night. He was the chief hostler in the 
stable of this tavern, and told me that he had often 
thought of attempting to escape, and return to Virginia. 
He said he had little doubt of being able to 
reach the Potomac; but having no knowledge of the 
country beyond that river, he was afraid that he should 
not be able to make his way to Philadelphia; which 
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he regarded as the only place in which he could be 
safe from the pursuit of his master. I was myself 
then young, and my knowledge of the country, north 
of Baltimore, was very vague and undefined. I, however, 
told him, that I had heard, that if a black man could 
reach any part of Pennsylvania, he would be 
beyond the reach of his pursuers. He said he could 
not justly complain of want of food; but the services 
required of him were so unreasonable, and the punishment 
frequently inflicted upon him, so severe, that he 
was determined to set out for the North, as soon as 
the corn was so far ripe as to be fit to be roasted. He 
felt confident, that by lying in the woods and unfrequented 
places all day, and traveling only by night, 
he could escape the vigilance of all pursuit; and gain 
the Northern Neck, before the corn would be gathered 
from the fields. He had no fear of wanting food, as 
he could live well on roasting ears, as long as the 
corn was in the milk; and afterwards, on parched 
corn, as long as the grain remained in the field. I 
advised him as well as I could, as to the best means 
of reaching the State of Pennsylvania, but was not 
able to give him any very definite instructions.</p>
          <p>This man possessed a very sound understanding, 
and having been five years in Carolina, was well acquainted 
with the country. He gave me such an account 
of the sufferings of the slaves, on the cotton and 
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indigo plantations - of whom I now regarded myself as 
one - that I was unable to sleep any this night. 
From the resolute manner in which he spoke of his 
intended elopement, and the regularity with which he 
had connected the various combinations of the enterprise, 
I have no doubt that he undertook that which 
he intended to perform. Whether he was successful 
or not in the enterprise, I cannot say, as I never saw 
him nor heard of him after the next morning. </p>
          <p>This man certainly communicated to me the outlines 
of the plan, which I afterwards put in execution, 
and by which I gained my liberty, at the expense of 
sufferings, which none can appreciate, except those 
who have borne all that the stoutest human constitution 
can bear, of cold and hunger, toil and pain. 
The conversation of this slave aroused in my breast
so many recollections of the past, and fears of the future, 
that I did not lie down, but sat on an old chair 
until daylight.</p>
          <p>From the people of the kitchen I again received 
some cold victuals for my breakfast, but I did not see 
my master until about nine o'clock; the toddy of the 
last evening causing him to sleep late this morning. 
At length a female slave gave me notice that my 
master wished to see me in the dining-room, whither 
I repaired without a moment's delay. When I entered 
the room he was sitting near the window, smoking 
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a pipe, with a very long handle - I believe more 
than two feet in length.</p>
          <p>He asked no questions, but addressing me by the 
title of “boy,” ordered me to go with the hostler of 
the inn, and get his horse and chaise ready. As soon 
as this order could be executed, I informed him that 
his chaise was at the door, and we immediately 
commenced our journey to the plantation of my master, 
which, he told me, lay at the distance of twenty miles 
from Columbia. He said I must keep up with him, 
and, as he drove at the rate of five or six miles an 
hour, I was obliged to run nearly half the time; but 
I was then young, and could easily travel fifty or sixty 
miles in a day. It was with great anxiety that I 
looked for the place, which was in future to be my 
home; but this did not prevent me from making such 
observations upon the state of the country through 
which we traveled, as the rapidity of our march permitted.</p>
          <p>This whole region had originally been one vast wilderness 
of pine forest, except the low grounds and 
river bottoms, here called swamps, in which all the 
varieties of trees, shrubs, vines, and plants peculiar to 
such places, in southern latitudes, vegetated in unrestrained 
luxuriance. Nor is pine the only timber 
that grows on the uplands, in this part of Carolina, 
although it is the predominant tree, and in some 
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places prevails to the exclusion of every other - oak, 
hickory, sassafras, and many others are found.</p>
          <p>Here, also, I first observed groves of the most 
beautiful of all the trees of the wood - the great Southern 
Magnolia, or Green Bay. No adequate conception 
can be formed of the appearance or the fragrance of 
this most magnificent tree, by any one who has not 
seen it or scented the air when scented by the perfume 
of its flowers. It rises in a right line to the height of 
seventy or eighty feet; the stem is of a delicate taper 
form and casts off numerous branches, in nearly right 
angles with itself; the extremities of which decline 
gently towards the ground, and become shorter and 
shorter in the ascent, until at the apex of the tree 
they are scarcely a foot in length, whilst below they 
are many times found twenty feet long. The immense 
cones formed by these trees are as perfect as those 
diminutive forms which nature exhibits in the bur of 
the pine tree. The leaf of the Magnolia is smooth, 
of an oblong taper form, about six inches in length, 
and half as broad. Its color is the deepest and purest 
green. The foliage of the Bay tree is as impervious 
as a brick wall to the rays of the sun, and its refreshing 
coolness, in the heat of a summer day, affords one 
of the greatest luxuries of a cotton plantation. It 
blooms in May, and bears great numbers of broad, expanded 
white flowers, the odor of which is exceedingly 
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grateful, and so abundant, that I have no doubt that 
a grove of these trees in full bloom, may be smelled 
at a distance of fifteen or twenty miles. I have heard 
it asserted in the South, that their scent has been 
perceived by persons fifty or sixty miles from them.</p>
          <p>This tree is one of nature's most splendid, and in 
the climate where she has placed it, one of her most 
agreeable productions. It is peculiar to the southern 
temperate latitudes, and cannot bear the rigors of a 
northern winter; though I have heard that groves of 
the Bay are found on Fishing Creek, in Western Virginia, 
not far from Wheeling, and near the Ohio river. 
Could this tree be naturalized in Pennsylvania, it 
would form an ornament to her towns, cities and country 
seats, at once the most tasteful and the most delicious. 
A forest of these trees, in the month of May, 
resembles a wood, enveloped in an untimely fall of 
snow at midsummer, glowing in the rays of a morning 
sun.</p>
          <p>We passed this day through cotton-fields and pine 
woods, alternately; but the scene was sometimes 
enlivened by the appearance of lots of corn and sweet 
potatoes, which, I observed, were generally planted 
near the houses. I afterwards learned that this custom 
of planting the corn and potatoes near the house 
of the planter, is generally all over Carolina. The 
object is to prevent the slaves from stealing, and thus 
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procuring more food than, by the laws of the plantation, 
they are entitled to.</p>
          <p>In passing through a lane, I this day saw a field 
which appeared to me to contain about fifty acres, in 
which people were at work with hoes, amongst a sort 
of plants that I had never seen before. I asked my 
master what this was, and he told me it was indigo. I 
shall have occasion to say more of this plant hereafter.</p>
          <p>We at length arrived at the residence of my master, 
who descended from his chaise, and leaving me in 
charge of the horse at the gate, proceeded to the house 
across a long court yard. In a few minutes two young 
ladies, and a young gentleman, came out of the house, 
and walked to the gate, near which I was with the 
horse. One of the ladies said, they had come to look
at me, and see what kind of a boy her pa had brought 
home with him. The other one said I was a very 
smart looking boy; and this compliment flattered me 
greatly - they being the first kind words that had been 
addressed to me since I left Maryland. The young 
gentleman asked me if I could run fast, and if I had 
ever picked cotton. His manner did not impress me 
so much in his favor, as the address of his sister had 
done for her. These three young persons were the son 
and daughters of my master. After looking at me a 
short time, my young master (for so I must now call 
him) ordered me to take the harness from the horse,  
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give him water at a well which was near, and come 
into the kitchen, where some boiled rice was given 
me for my dinner.</p>
          <p>I was not required to go to work this first day of my 
abode in my new residence; but after I had eaten 
my rice, my young master told me I might rest myself or 
walk out and see the plantation, but that I must be 
ready to go with the overseer the next morning.</p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER VI.</head>
          <p>BY the laws of the United States I am still a slave; 
and though I am now growing old, I might even yet 
be deemed of sufficient value to be worth pursuing as 
far as my present residence, if those to whom the law 
gives the right of dominion over my person and life, 
knew where to find me. For these reasons I have been 
advised, by those whom I believe to be my friends, not 
to disclose the true names of any of those families in 
which I was a slave, in Carolina or Georgia, lest this 
narrative should meet their eyes, and in some way 
lead them to a discovery of my retreat.</p>
          <p>I was now the slave of one of the most wealthy 
planters in Carolina, who planted cotton, rice, indigo, 
corn, and potatoes; and was the master of two hundred 
and sixty slaves.</p>
          <p>The description of one great cotton plantation will 
give a correct idea of all others; and I shall here present 
an outline of that of my master's.</p>
          <p>He lived about two miles from Caugaree river, which
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bordered his estate on one side, and in the swamps of 
which were his rice fields. The country hereabout is 
very flat, the banks of the river are low, and in wet 
seasons large tracts of country are flooded by the 
superabundant water of the river. There are no springs, 
and the only means of procuring water on the plantations 
is from wells, which must be sunk in general 
about twenty feet deep, before a constant supply of 
water can be obtained. My master had two of these 
wells on his plantation - one at the mansion house, 
and one at the quarter.</p>
          <p>My master's house was of brick, (brick houses are by 
no means common among the planters, whose residences 
are generally built of frame work, weather boarded 
with pine boards, and covered with shingles of the 
white cedar or juniper cypress,) and contained two 
large parlors, and a spacious hall or entry on the 
ground floor. The main building was two stories high, 
and attached to this was a smaller building, one story
and a half high, with a large room, where the family 
generally took breakfast, with a kitchen at the farther 
extremity from the main building.</p>
          <p>There was a spacious garden behind the house, 
containing, I believe, about five acres, well cultivated, 
and handsomely laid out. In this garden grew a great 
variety of vegetables; some of which I have never 
seen in the market of Philadelphia. It contained a 
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profusion of flowers, three different shrubberies, a vast 
number of ornamental and small fruit trees, and several 
small hot houses, with glass roofs. There was a head 
gardener, who did nothing but attend to this garden 
through the year; and during the summer he generally 
had two men and two boys to assist him. In the 
months of April and May this garden was one of the 
sweetest and most pleasant places that I was ever in. 
At one end of the main building was a small house, 
called the library, in which my master kept his books 
and papers, and where he spent much of his time.</p>
          <p> At some distance from the mansion was a pigeon-house, 
and near the kitchen was a large wooden building, 
called the kitchen quarter, in which the house 
servants slept, and where they generally took their 
meals. Here, also, the washing of the family was 
done, and all the rough or unpleasant work of the 
kitchen department - such as cleaning and salting fish, 
putting up pork, &amp;c., was assigned to this place.</p>
          <p>There was no barn on this plantation, according to 
the acceptation of the word <hi rend="italics">barn</hi> in Pennsylvania; 
but there was a wooden building, about forty feet long, 
called the coach-house, in one end of which the family 
carriage and the chaise in which my master rode were 
kept. Under the same roof was a stable large enough 
to contain a dozen horses. In one end the corn intended 
for the horses was kept, and the whole of one 
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loft was occupied by the blades and tops of the corn. 
About a quarter of a mile from the dwelling house 
were the huts or cabins of the plantation slaves, standing 
in rows. There were thirty-eight of them, generally 
about sixteen feet square, and provided with pine 
floors. In these cabins were two hundred and fifty 
people, of all ages, sexes and sizes. A short distance
from the cabins was the house of the overseer. In one 
corner of his garden stood a corn-crib and a provision-house. 
A little way off stood the house containing 
the cotton-gin. There was no smoke-house, nor any 
place for curing meat, and while I was on this plantation 
no food was ever salted for the use of the slaves.</p>
          <p>I went out into the garden, and after sundown my 
old master sent me to the overseer's house. He was 
just coming in from the field, followed by a great 
number of black people. He asked me my name, and 
calling a middle-aged man, who was passing us at 
some distance, told him he must take me to live with 
him. I followed my new friend to his cabin, which 
was the shelter of his wife and five children. Their 
only furniture consisted of a few blocks of wood for 
seats; a short bench, made of a pine board, which 
served as a table; and a small bed in one corner, composed 
of a mat, made of common rushes, spread upon 
some corn husks, pulled and split into fine pieces, and 
kept together by a narrow slip of wood, confined to the 
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floor by wooden pins. There was a common iron pot 
standing beside the chimney, and several wooden spoons 
and dishes hung against the wall. Several blankets 
also hung against the wall upon wooden pins. An old 
box, made of pine boards, without either lock or hinges, 
occupied one corner.</p>
          <p>At the time I entered this humble abode the mistress 
was not at home. She had not yet returned from 
the field; having been sent, as the husband informed 
me, with some other people late in the evening, to do 
some work in a field about two miles distant. I found 
a child, about a year old, lying on the mat-bed, and a 
little girl about four years old sitting beside it.</p>
          <p>These children were entirely naked, and when we 
came to the door, the elder rose from its place and ran 
to its father, and clasping him round one of his knees, 
said, “Now we shall get good supper.” The father 
laid his hand upon the head of his naked child, and 
stood silently looking in its face - which was turned 
upwards toward his own for a moment - and then 
turning to me, said, “Did you leave any children 
at home?” The scene before me - the question 
propounded - and the manner of this poor man and his 
child, caused my heart to swell until my breast seemed 
too small to contain it. My soul fled back upon the 
wings of fancy to my wife's lowly dwelling in Maryland, 
where I had been so often met on a Saturday 
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evening, when I paid them my weekly visit, by my 
own little ones, who clung to my knees for protection 
and support, even as the poor little wretch now before 
me seized upon the weary limb of its hapless and 
destitute father, hoping that, naked as he was, (for he 
too was naked, save only the tattered remains of a 
pair of old <sic>trowsers</sic>,) he would bring with his return 
at evening its customary scanty supper. I was unable 
to reply, but stood motionless, leaning against 
the walls of the cabin. My children seemed to flit by 
the door in the dusky twilight; and the twittering of 
a swallow, which that moment fluttered over my head, 
sounded in my ear as the infantile tittering of my own 
little boy; but on a moment's reflection I knew that 
we were separated without the hope of ever again 
meeting; that they no more heard the welcome tread 
of my feet, and could never again receive the little 
gifts with which, poor as I was, I was accustomed to 
present them. I was far from the place of my nativity, 
in a land of strangers, with no one to care for me 
beyond the care that a master bestows upon his ox; 
with all my future life one long, waste, barren desert, 
of cheerless, hopeless, lifeless slavery; to be varied 
only by the pangs of hunger and the stings of the lash.</p>
          <p>My revery was at length broken by the appearance 
of the mother of the family, with her three eldest 
children. The mother wore an old ragged shift; but 
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the children, the eldest of whom appeared to be about 
twelve, and the youngest six years old, were quite
naked. When she came in, the husband told her that 
the overseer had sent me to live with them; and she 
and her oldest child, who was a boy, immediately set 
about preparing their supper, by boiling some of the 
leaves of the weed, called lamb's-quarter, in the pot. 
This, together with some cakes of cold corn bread, 
formed their supper. My supper was brought to me 
from the house of the overseer by a small girl, his 
daughter. It was about half a pound of bread, cut 
from a loaf made of corn meal. My companions gave 
me a part of their boiled greens, and we all sat down 
together to my first meal in my new habitation.</p>
          <p>I had no other bed than the blanket which I had 
brought with me from Maryland; and I went to sleep 
in the loft of the cabin which was assigned to me as 
my sleeping room; and in which I continued to lodge 
as long as I remained on this plantation.</p>
          <p>The next morning I was waked, at the break of day, 
by the sound of a horn, which was blown very loudly. 
Perceiving that it was growing light, I came down, 
and went out immediately in front of the house of the
overseer, who was standing near his own gate, blowing 
the horn. In a few minutes the whole of the working 
people, from all the cabins, were assembled; and as it 
was now light enough for me distinctly to see such 
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objects as were about me, I at once perceived the 
nature of the servitude to which I was, in future, to 
be subject.</p>
          <p>As I have before stated, there were altogether on 
this plantation, two hundred and sixty slaves; but 
the number was seldom stationary for a single week. 
Births were numerous and frequent, and deaths were 
not uncommon. When I joined them I believe we 
counted in all two hundred and sixty-three; but of 
these only one hundred and seventy went to the field 
to work. The others were children, too small to be of 
any service as laborers; old and blind persons, or 
incurably diseased. Ten or twelve were kept about the 
mansion-house and garden, chosen from the most 
handsome and sprightly of the gang.</p>
          <p>I think about one hundred and sixty-eight assembled 
this morning, at the sound of the horn - two or 
three being sick, sent word to the overseer that they 
could not come.</p>
          <p>The overseer wrote something on a piece of paper, 
and gave it to his little son. This I was told was a 
note to be sent to our master, to inform him that some 
of the hands were sick - it not being any part of the 
duty of the overseer to attend to a sick negro.</p>
          <p>The overseer then led off to the field, with his horn 
in one hand and his whip in the other; we following -  
men, women, and children, promiscuously - and a 
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wretched looking troop we were. There was not an 
entire garment amongst us.</p>
          <p>More than half of the gang were entirely naked. 
Several young girls, who had arrived at puberty, wearing 
only the livery with which nature had ornamented 
them, and a great number of lads, of an equal or 
superior age, appeared in the same costume. There 
was neither bonnet, cap, nor head dress of any kind 
amongst us, except the old straw hat that I wore, and
which my wife had made for me in Maryland. This 
I soon laid aside to avoid the appearance of singularity, 
and, as owing to the severe treatment I had endured 
whilst traveling in chains, and being compelled to 
sleep on the naked floor, without undressing myself,
my clothes were quite worn out, I did not make a
much better figure than my companions; though still 
I preserved the semblance of clothing so far, that it 
could be seen that my shirt and <sic>trowsers</sic> had once been
distinct and separate garments. Not one of the others 
had on even the remains of two pieces of apparel. -  
Some of the men had old shirts, and some ragged 
<sic>trowsers</sic>, but no one wore both. Amongst the women, 
several wore petticoats, and many had shifts. Not one 
of the whole number wore both of these vestments.</p>
          <p>We walked nearly a mile through one vast cotton 
field, before we arrived at the place of our intended 
day's labor. At last the overseer stopped at the side 
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of the field, and calling to several of the men by name, 
ordered them to call their companies and turn into 
their rows. The work we had to do to-day was to 
hoe and weed cotton, for the last time; and the men 
whose names had been called, and who were, I believe, 
eleven in number, were designated as captains, each of 
whom had under his command a certain number of the 
other hands. The captain was the foreman of his 
company, and those under his command had to keep 
up with him. Each of the men and women had to 
take one row; and two, and in some cases where they 
were very small, three of the children had one. The 
first captain, whose name was Simon, toot the first 
row - and the other captains were compelled to keep 
up with him. By this means the overseer had nothing 
to do but to keep Simon hard at work, and he was 
certain that all the others must work equally hard.</p>
          <p>Simon was a stout, strong man, apparently about 
thirty-five years of age; and for some reason unknown 
to me, I was ordered to take a row next to his. The 
overseer with his whip in his hand walked about the 
field after us, to see that our work was well done. As 
we worked with hoes, I had no difficulty in learning 
how the work was to be performed.</p>
          <p>The fields of cotton at this season of the year are 
very beautiful. The plants, among which we worked 
this day, were about three feet high, and in full bloom, 
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with branches so numerous that they nearly covered 
the whole ground - leaving scarcely space enough between 
them to permit us to move about, and work with 
our hoes.</p>
          <p>About seven o'clock in the morning the overseer 
sounded his horn; and we all repaired to the shade of 
some persimmon trees, which grew in a corner of the
field, to get our breakfast. I here saw a cart drawn 
by a yoke of oxen, driven by an old black man, nearly 
blind. The cart contained three barrels, filled with 
water, and several large baskets full of corn bread 
that had been baked in the ashes. The water was for 
us to drink, and the bread was our breakfast. The 
little son of the overseer was also in the cart, and had 
brought with him the breakfast of his father, in a 
small wooden bucket.</p>
          <p>The overseer had bread, butter, cold ham, and coffee 
for his breakfast. Ours was composed of a corn cake, 
weighing about three-quarters of a pound, to each 
person, with as much water as was desired. I at first 
supposed that this bread was dealt out to the people 
as their allowance; but on further inquiry I found this 
not to be the case. Simon, by whose side I was now 
at work, and who seemed much pleased with my agility 
and diligence in my duty, told me that here, as 
well as every where in this country, each person received 
a peck of corn at the crib door, every Sunday 
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evening, and that in ordinary times, every one had to 
grind this corn and bake it, for him or herself, making 
such use of it as the owner thought proper; but that 
for some time past, the overseer, for the purpose of saving 
the time which had been lost in baking the bread, 
had made it the duty of an old woman, who was not 
capable of doing much work in the field, to stay at the 
quarter, and bake the bread of the whole gang. When 
baked, it was brought to the field in a cart, as I saw, 
and dealt out in loaves.</p>
          <p>They still had to grind their own corn, after night; 
and as there were only three hand-mills on the plantation,
he said they experienced much difficulty in converting 
their corn into meal. We worked in this field all 
day; and at the end of every hour, or hour and a quarter, 
we had permission to go to the cart, which was moved 
about the field, so as to be near us, and get water.</p>
          <p>Our dinner was the same, in all respects, as our 
breakfast, except that, in addition to the bread, we 
had a little salt, and a radish for each person. We 
were not allowed to rest at either breakfast or dinner, 
longer than while we were eating; and we worked in 
the evening as long as we could distinguish the weeds 
from the cotton plants.</p>
          <p>Simon informed me, that formerly, when they baked 
their own bread, they had left their work soon after 
sundown, to go home and bake for the next day, but 
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the overseer had adopted the new policy for the purpose 
of keeping them at work until dark.</p>
          <p>When we could no longer see to work, the horn was 
again sounded, and we returned home. I had now
lived through one of the days - a <sic>successsion</sic> of which 
make up the life of a slave - on a cotton plantation.</p>
          <p>As we went out in the morning, I observed several 
women, who carried their young children in their arms 
to the field. These mothers laid their children at the 
side of the fence, or under the shade of the cotton 
plants, whilst they were at work; and when the rest 
of us went to get water, they would go to give suck to 
their children, requesting some one to bring them water 
in gourds, which they were careful to carry to the field 
with them. One young woman did not, like the others, 
leave her child at the end of the row, but had contrived 
a sort of rude knapsack, made of a piece of 
coarse liven cloth, in which she fastened her child, 
which was very young, upon her back; and in this 
way carried it all day, and performed her task at the 
hoe with the other people. I pitied her, and as we 
were going home at night escorted her and learned her 
history. She had been brought up a lady's-maid, and 
knew little of hardship until she was sold South by a 
dissipated master. On this plantation she was obliged 
to marry a man she did not like, and was often severely 
whipped because she could not do as much work as the 
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rest. I was affected by her story, and the overseer's 
horn interrupted our conversation, at hearing which 
she exclaimed, “We are too late, let us run, or we 
shall be whipped,” and setting off as fast as she could 
run, she left me alone. I quickened my pace, and 
arrived in the crowd a moment before her.</p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER VII.</head>
          <p>THE overseer was calling over the names of the whole 
from a little book, and the first name I heard was that 
of my companion - Lydia. As she did not answer, I 
said, “Master, the woman that carries her baby on her 
back will be here in a minute.” He paid no attention 
to what I said, but went on with his call. As the 
people answered to their names, they passed off to the 
cabins, except three, two women and a man; who, 
when their names were called, were ordered to go into 
the yard, in front of the overseer's house. My name 
was the last on the list, and when it was called I was 
ordered into the yard with the three others. Just as 
we had entered, Lydia came up out of breath, with the 
child in her arms; and following us into the yard, 
dropped on her knees before the overseer, and begged 
him to forgive her. “Where have you been?” said 
he. Poor Lydia now burst into tears, and said, “I 
only stopped to talk awhile to this man,” pointing to 
me; “but indeed, master overseer, I will never do so 
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again.” “Lie down,” was his reply. Lydia immediately 
fell prostrate upon the ground; and in this position 
he compelled her to remove her old tow linen shift, 
the only garment she wore, so as to expose her hips, 
when he gave her ten lashes, with his long whip, every 
touch of which brought blood, and a shriek from the 
sufferer. He then ordered her to go and get her supper, 
with an injunction never to stay behind again. - 
The other three culprits were then put upon their trial.</p>
          <p>The first was a middle aged woman, who had, as 
her overseer said, left several hills of cotton in the 
course of the day, without cleaning and hilling them 
in a proper manner. She received twelve lashes. The 
other two were charged in general terms, with having 
been lazy, and of having neglected their work that 
day. Each of these received twelve lashes.</p>
          <p>These people all received punishment in the same 
manner that it had been inflicted upon Lydia, and 
when they were all gone the overseer turned to me and 
said - “Boy, you are a stranger here yet, but I called 
you in to let you see how things are done here, and to 
give you a little advice. When I get a new negro 
under my command, I never whip at first; I always 
give him a few days to learn his duty, unless he is an 
outrageous villain, in which case I anoint him a little 
at the beginning. I call over the names of all the 
hands twice every week, on Wednesday and Saturday 
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evenings, and settle with them according to their general 
conduct for the last three days. I call the names 
of my captains every morning, and it is their business 
to see that they have all their hands in their proper 
places. You ought not to have staid behind to-night 
with Lyd; but as this is your first offence, I shall 
overlook it, and you may go and get your supper.” I 
made a low bow, and thanked master overseer for his 
kindness to me, and left him. This night for supper 
we had corn bread and cucumbers; but we had neither 
salt, vinegar, nor pepper with the cucumbers.</p>
          <p>I had never before seen people flogged in the way 
our overseer flogged his people. This plan of making 
the person who is to be whipped lie down upon the 
ground, was new to me, though it is much practiced 
in the South; and I have since seen men, and women 
too, cut nearly in pieces by this mode of punishment. 
It has one advantage over tying people up by the 
hands, as it prevents all accidents from sprains in the
thumbs or wrists.</p>
          <p>On Monday morning I heard the sound of the horn 
at the usual hour, and repairing to the front of the 
overseer's house, found that he had already gone 
to the corn crib, for the purpose of distributing corn 
among the people, for the bread of the week; or rather 
for the week's subsistence, for this corn was all the 
provision that our master, or his overseer, usually made 
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for us; I say usually, for whatever was given to us 
beyond the corn, which we received on Sunday evening, 
was considered in the light of a bounty bestowed 
upon us, over and beyond what we were entitled to, 
or had a right to expect to receive.</p>
          <p>When I arrived at the crib, the door was unlocked 
and open, and the distribution had already commenced. 
Each person was entitled to half a bushel of ears of 
corn, which was measured out by several of the men 
who were in the crib. Every child above six months 
old drew this weekly allowance of corn; and in this 
way, women who had several small children, had more 
corn than they could consume, and sometimes bartered 
small quantities with the other people for such things 
as they needed, and were not able to procure.</p>
          <p>The people received their corn in baskets, old bags, 
or any thing with which they could most conveniently 
provide themselves. I had not been able, since I came 
here to procure a basket, or any thing else to put my 
corn in, and desired the man with whom I lived to take 
my portion in his basket, with that of his family. This 
he readily agreed to do, and as soon as we had received 
our share we left the crib.</p>
          <p>The overseer attended in person to the measuring of 
this corn; and it is only justice to him to say that he 
was careful to see that justice was done us. The men 
who measured the corn always heaped the measure as 
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long as an ear would lie on; and he never restrained 
their generosity to their fellow-slaves.</p>
          <p>In addition to this allowance of corn, we received a
weekly allowance of salt, amounting in general to about 
half a gill to each person; but this article was not 
furnished regularly, and sometimes we received none 
for two or three weeks.</p>
          <p>The reader must not suppose, that, on this plantation, 
we had nothing to eat beyond the corn and salt. 
This was far from the case. I have already described 
the gardens, or patches, cultivated by the people, and 
the practice which they universally followed of working 
on Sunday, for wages. In addition to all these, 
an industrious, managing slave would contrive to gather 
up a great deal to eat.</p>
          <p>I have observed, that the planters are careful of the 
health of their slaves, and in pursuance of this rule, 
they seldom expose them to rainy weather, especially
in the sickly seasons of the year, if it can be avoided.</p>
          <p>In the spring and early parts of the summer, the 
rains are frequently so violent, and the ground becomes 
so wet, that it is injurious to the cotton to work it, at 
least whilst it rains. In the course of the year there 
are many of these rainy days, in which the people cannot 
go to work with safety; and it often happens that 
there is nothing for them to do in the house. At such 
time they make baskets, brooms, horse collars, and
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other things, which they are able to sell amongst the 
planters.</p>
          <p>The baskets are made of wooden splits, and the 
brooms of young white oak or hickory trees. The 
mats are sometimes made of splits, but more frequently 
of flags, as they are called - a kind of tall rush, 
which grows in swampy ground. The horse or mule 
collars are made of husks of corn, though sometimes 
of rushes, but the latter are not very durable.</p>
          <p>The money procured by these, and various other 
means, which I shall explain hereafter, is laid out by 
the slaves in purchasing such little articles of necessity 
or luxury, as it enables them to procure. A part is 
disbursed in payment for sugar, molasses, and sometimes 
a few pounds of coffee, for the use of the family; 
another part is laid out for clothes for winter; and no 
inconsiderable portion of his pittance is squandered 
away by the misguided slave for tobacco, and an occasional 
bottle of rum. Tobacco is deemed so indispensable 
to comfort, nay to existence, that hunger and 
nakedness are patiently endured, to enable the slave 
to indulge in this highest of enjoyments.</p>
          <p>There being few towns in the cotton country, the 
shops, or stores, are frequently kept at some cross road, 
or other public place, in or adjacent to a rich district 
of plantations. To these shops the slaves resort, 
sometimes with, and at other times without, the consent 
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of the overseer, for the purpose of laying out the 
little money they get. Notwithstanding all the vigilance 
that is exercised by the planters, the slaves, who 
are no less vigilant than their masters, often leave the 
plantation after the overseer has retired to his bed, 
and go to the store.</p>
          <p>The store-keepers are always ready to accommodate 
the slaves, who are frequently better customers than 
many white people; because the former always pay 
cash, whilst the latter almost always require credit. In 
dealing with the slave, the shop-keeper knows he can 
demand whatever price he pleases for his goods, without 
danger of being charged with extortion; and he 
is ready to rise at any time of the night to oblige friends, 
who are of so much value to him.</p>
          <p>It is held highly disgraceful, on the part of 
storekeepers, to deal with the slaves for any thing but 
money, or the coarse fabrics that it is known are the 
usual products of the ingenuity and industry of the 
negroes; but, notwithstanding this, a considerable 
traffic is carried on between the shop-keepers and slaves, 
in which the latter make their payments by barter. 
The utmost caution and severity of masters and overseers, 
are sometimes insufficient to repress the cunning 
contrivances of the slaves.</p>
          <p>After we had received our corn, we deposited it in 
our several houses, and immediately followed the overseer 
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to the same cotton field, in which we had been at 
work on Sunday. Our breakfast this morning was 
bread, to which was added a large basket of apples, 
from the orchard of our master. These apples served 
us for a relish with our bread, both for breakfast and 
dinner, and when I returned to the quarter in the evening, 
Dinah (the name of the woman who was at the 
head of our family) produced at supper, a black jug,
containing molasses, and gave me some of the molasses 
for my supper.</p>
          <p>I felt grateful to Dinah for this act of kindness, as 
I well knew that her children regarded molasses as the 
greatest of human luxuries, and that she was depriving 
them of their highest enjoyment to afford me the 
means of making a gourd full of molasses and water. 
I therefore proposed to her and her husband, whose 
name was Nero, that whilst I should remain a member 
of the family, I would contribute as much towards its 
support as Nero himself; or, at least, that I would 
bring all my earnings into the family stock, provided 
I might be treated as one of its members, and be 
allowed a portion of the proceeds of their patch or 
garden. This offer was very readily accepted, and 
from this time we constituted one community, as long 
as I remained among the field hands on this plantation. 
After supper was over, we had to grind our corn; but 
as we had to wait for our turn at the mill, we did not 
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get through this indispensable operation before one 
o'clock in the morning. We did not sit up all night 
to wait for our turn at the mill, but as our several 
turns were assigned us by lot, the person who had the 
first turn, when done with the mill, gave notice to the 
one entitled to the second, and so on. By this means 
nobody lost more than half an hour's sleep, and in the 
morning every one's grinding was done.</p>
          <p>We worked very hard this week. We were now 
laying by the cotton, as it is termed; that is, we were 
giving the last weeding and hilling to the crop, of 
which there was, on this plantation, about five hundred 
acres, which looked well, and promised to yield a 
fine picking.</p>
          <p>In addition to the cotton, there was on this plantation 
one hundred acres of corn, about ten acres of indigo, 
ten or twelve acres in sweet potatoes, and a rice 
swamp of about fifty acres. The potatoes and indigo 
had been laid by, (that is, the season of working in 
them was past,) before I came upon the estate; and 
we were driven hard by the overseer to get done 
with the cotton, to be ready to give the corn another 
harrowing and hoeing, before the season should be too far 
advanced. Most of the corn in this part of the country, 
was already laid by, but the crop here had been 
planted late, and yet required to be worked.</p>
          <p>We were supplied with an abundance of bread, for 
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a peck of corn is as much as a man can consume in a 
week, if he has other vegetables with it; but we were 
obliged to provide ourselves with the other articles, 
necessary for our subsistence. Nero had corn in his 
patch, which was now hard enough to be fit for boiling, 
and my friend Lydia had beans in her garden. We 
exchanged corn for beans, and had a good supply of 
both; but these delicacies we were obliged to reserve 
for supper. We took our breakfast in the field, from 
the cart, which seldom afforded us any thing better 
than bread, and some raw vegetables from the garden. 
Nothing of moment occurred amongst us, in this first 
week of my residence here. On Wednesday evening, 
called settlement-night, two men and a woman were 
whipped; but circumstances of this kind were so common, 
that I shall, in future, not mention them, unless 
something extraordinary attended them.</p>
          <p>I could make wooden bowls and ladles, and went to 
work with a man who was clearing some new land 
about two miles off - on the second Sunday of my sojourn 
here - and applied the money I earned in purchasing 
the tools necessary to enable me to carry on 
my trade. I occupied all my leisure hours, for several 
months after this, in making wooden trays, and such 
other wooden vessels as were most in demand. These 
I traded off, in part, to a store-keeper, who lived about
five miles from the plantation; and for some of my 
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work I obtained money. Before Christmas, I had sold 
more than thirty dollars worth of my manufactures; 
but the merchant with whom I traded, charged such 
high prices for his goods, that I was poorly compensated 
for my Sunday toils, and nightly labors; nevertheless, 
by these means, I was able to keep our family 
supplied with molasses, and some other luxuries, and 
at the approach of winter, I purchased three coarse 
blankets, to which Nero added as many, and we had 
all these made up into blanket-coats for Dinah, ourselves, 
and the children.</p>
          <p>About ten days after my arrival, we had a great 
feast at the quarter. One night, after we had returned 
from the field, the overseer sent for me by his little 
son, and when I came to his house, he asked me if I 
understood the trade of a butcher - I told him I was 
not a butcher by trade, but that I had often assisted 
my master and others to kill hogs and cattle, and that 
I could dress a hog, or a bullock, as well as most people. 
He then told me he was going to have a beef 
killed in the morning at the great house, and I must
do it - that he would not spare any of the hands to go 
with me, but he would get one of the house boys to 
help me.</p>
          <p>When the morning came, I went, according to orders, 
to butcher the beef, which I expected to find in some 
enclosure on the plantation; but the overseer told me 
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I must take a boy named Toney from the house, whose 
business it was to take care of the cattle, and go to 
the woods and look for the beef Toney and I set out 
sometime before sunrise, and went to a cow-pen, about 
a mile from the house, where he said he had seen the 
young cattle only a day or two before. At this cow-pen, 
we saw several cows waiting to be milked, I suppose, 
for their calves were in an adjoining field, and 
separated from them only by a fence. Toney then said, 
we should have to go to the long <sic>savanna</sic>, where the 
dry cattle generally ranged, and thither we set off. - 
This long <sic>savanna</sic> lay at the distance of three miles 
from the cow-pen, and when we reached it, I found it 
to be literally what it was called, a long <sic>savanna</sic>. It 
was a piece of low, swampy ground, several miles in 
extent, with an open space in the interior part of it, 
about a mile long, and perhaps a quarter of a mile in 
width. It was manifest that this open space was 
covered with water through the greater part of the 
year, which prevented the growth of timber in this 
place; though at the time it was dry, except a pond 
near one end, which covered, perhaps, an acre of ground. 
In this natural meadow every kind of wild grass, common 
to such places in the southern country, abounded.</p>
          <p>Here I first saw the scrub and saw grasses - the first 
of which is so hard and rough, that it is gathered to 
scrub coarse wooden furniture, or even pewter; and 
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the last is provided with edges, somewhat like saw 
teeth, so hard and sharp that it would soon tear the 
skin off the legs of any one who should venture to walk 
through it with bare limbs.</p>
          <p>As we entered this <sic>savanna</sic>, we were enveloped in 
clouds of <sic>musquitos</sic>, and swarms of galinippers, that 
threatened to devour us. As we advanced through
the grass, they rose up until the air was thick, and 
actually darkened with them. They rushed upon us 
with the fury of yellow-jackets, whose hive has been 
broken in upon, and covered every part of our persons. 
The clothes I had on, which were nothing but a shirt 
and <sic>trowsers</sic> of tow linen, afforded no protection even 
against the musquitos, which were much larger than 
those found along the Chesapeake Bay; and nothing 
short of a covering of leather could have defended me 
against the galinippers.</p>
          <p>I was pierced by a thousand stings at a time, and 
verily believe I could not have lived beyond a few hours 
in this place. Toney ran into the pond, and rolled 
himself in the water to get rid of his persecutors; but 
he had not been long there before he came running out, 
as fast as he had gone in, hallooing and clamoring in 
a manner wholly unintelligible to me. He was terribly 
frightened; but I could not imagine what could 
be the cause of his alarm, until he reached the shore, 
when he turned round with his face to the water, and 
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called out -  “the biggest alligator in the whole world - 
did not you see him?” I told him I had not seen 
anything but himself in the water; but he insisted 
that he had been chased in the pond by an alligator, 
which had followed him until he was close in the shore. 
We waited a few minutes for the alligator to rise to the 
surface, but were soon compelled by the musquitos, to 
quit this place.</p>
          <p>Toney said, we need not look for the cattle here; 
no cattle could live amongst these musquitos, and I 
thought he was right in his judgment. We then proceeded 
into the woods and thickets, and after wandering 
about for an hour or more, we found the cattle, 
and after much difficulty succeeded in driving a part 
of them back to the cow-pen, and enclosing them in it. 
I here selected the one that appeared to me to be the 
fattest and securing it with ropes, we drove the animal 
to the place of slaughter.</p>
          <p>This beef was intended as a feast for the slaves, at the 
laying by of the corn and cotton; and when I had it 
hung up, and had taken the hide off, my young master, 
whom I had seen on the day of my arrival, came 
out to me, and ordered me to cut off the head, neck, 
legs, and tail, and lay them, together with the empty 
stomach and the harslet, in a basket. This basket 
was sent home, to the kitchen of the great house, by a 
woman and a boy, who attended for that purpose. I 
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think there was at least one hundred and twenty or 
thirty pounds of this offal. The residue of the carcass 
I cut into four quarters, and we carried it to the cellar 
of the great house. Here one of the hind quarters was 
salted in a tub, for the use of the family, and the other 
was sent , as a present, to a planter, who lived about 
four miles distant. The two fore-quarters were cut 
into very small pieces, and salted by ourselves. - 
These, I was told, would be cooked for our dinner on 
the next day (Sunday) when there was to be a general 
rejoicing among all the slaves of the plantation.</p>
          <p>After the beef was salted down, I received some 
bread and milk for my breakfast, and we went to join the 
hands in the corn field, where they were now harrowing 
and hoeing the crop for the last time. The overseer 
had promised us that we should have holiday after 
the completion of this work, and by great exertion, 
we finished it about five o'clock in the afternoon.</p>
          <p>On our return to the quarter, the overseer, at roll-call - 
which he performed this day before night - told 
us that every family must send a bowl to the great 
house, to get our dinners of meat. This intelligence 
diffused as much joy amongst us, as if each one had 
drawn a prize in a lottery. At the assurance of a meat 
dinner, the old people smiled and showed their teeth, 
and returned thanks to master overseer; but many of 
the younger ones shouted, clapped their hands, leaped, 
and ran about with delight.</p>
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          <p>Each family, or mess, now sent its deputy, with a 
large wooden bowl in his hand, to receive the dinner 
at the great kitchen. I went on the part of our family, 
and found that the meat dinner of this day was made 
up of the basket of tripe, and other offal, that I had 
prepared in the morning. The whole had been boiled 
in four great iron kettles, until the flesh had disappeared 
from the bones, which were broken in small 
pieces - a flitch of bacon, some green corn, squashes, 
<sic>tomatos</sic>, and onions had been added, together with 
other condiments, and the whole converted into about 
a hundred gallons of soup, of which I received in my 
bowl, for the use of our family, more than two gallons. 
We had plenty of bread, and a supply of black-eyed 
peas, gathered from our garden, some of which Dinah
had boiled in our kettle, whilst I was gone for the soup, 
of which there was as much as we could consume, and 
I believe that every one in the quarter had enough.</p>
          <p>I doubt if there was in the world a happier assemblage 
than ours, on this Saturday evening. We had 
finished one of the grand divisions of the labors of a
cotton plantation, and were supplied with a dinner, 
which to the most of my fellow slaves appeared to be 
a great luxury, and most liberal donation on the part 
of our master, whom they regarded with sentiments of
gratitude for this manifestation of his bounty.</p>
          <p>In addition to present gratification, they looked forward 
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to the enjoyments of the next day, when they 
were to spend a whole Sunday in rest and banqueting; 
for it was known that the two fore-quarters of the 
bullock were to be dressed for Sunday's dinner, and I 
had told them that each of these quarters weighed at 
least one hundred pounds.</p>
          <p>Our quarter knew but little quiet this night; singing, 
playing on the banjo, and dancing, occupied nearly 
the whole community, until the break of day. Those 
who were too old to take any part in our active pleasures, 
beat time with their hands, or recited stories of 
former times. Most of these stories referred to affairs 
that had been transacted in Africa, and were sufficiently 
fraught with demons, miracles, and murders, to fix the 
attention of many hearers.</p>
          <p>To add to our happiness, the early peaches were now 
ripe, and the overseer permitted us to send, on Sunday 
morning, to the orchard, and gather at least ten bushels 
of very fine fruit.</p>
          <p>In South Carolina they have very good summer 
apples, but they fall from the trees, and rot immediately 
after they are ripe; indeed, very often they speckrot 
on the trees, before they become ripe. This “speckrot,” 
as it is termed, appears to be a kind of epidemic 
disease amongst apples; for in some seasons whole 
orchards are subject to it, and the fruit is totally 
worthless, whilst in other years, the fruit in the same 
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orchard continues sound and good, until it is ripe. 
The climate of Carolina is, however, not favorable to 
the apple, and this fruit of so much value in the north, 
is in the cotton region only of a few weeks continuance - 
winter apples being unknown. Every climate 
is congenial to the growth of some kind of fruit tree; 
and in Carolina and Georgia, the peach arrives at its 
utmost perfection; the fig also ripens well, and is a 
delicious fruit.</p>
          <p>None of our people went out to work for wages, today. 
Some few devoted a part of the morning to such 
work as they deemed necessary in or about their patches, 
and some went to the woods, or the swamps, to collect 
sticks for brooms, and splits, or to gather flags for mats; 
but far the greater number remained at the quarter, occupied 
in some small work, or quietly awaiting the hour 
of dinner, which we had been informed, by one of the 
house-servants, would be at one o'clock. Every family 
made ready some preparation of vegetables, from their 
own garden, to enlarge the quantity, if not to heighten 
the flavor of the dinner of this day.</p>
          <p>One o'clock at length arrived, but not before it had 
been long desired; and we proceeded with our bowls a 
second time, to the great kitchen. I acted, as I had 
done yesterday, the part of commissary for our family; 
but when we were already at the place where we were 
to receive our soup and meat into our bowls, (for it 
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was understood that we were, with the soup, to have 
an allowance of both beef and bacon to-day,) we were 
told that puddings had been boiled for us, and that we 
must bring dishes to receive them in. This occasioned 
some delay, until we obtained vessels from the quarter. 
In addition to at least two gallons of soup, about a 
pound of beef, and a small piece of bacon, I obtained 
nearly two pounds of pudding, made of corn meal, 
mixed with lard, and boiled in large bags. This pudding, 
with the molasses that we had at home, formed a 
very palatable second course to our bread, soup, and 
vegetables.</p>
          <p>On Sunday afternoon, we had a meeting, at which 
many of our party attended. A man named Jacob, 
who had come from Virginia, sang and prayed; but a 
great many of the people went out about the plantation, 
in search of fruits; for there were many peach 
and some fig trees, standing along the fences, on various 
parts of the estate. With us, this was a day of 
uninterrupted happiness.</p>
          <p>A man cannot well be miserable when he sees every 
one about him immersed in pleasure; and though our 
fare of to-day was not of a quality to yield me much 
gratification, yet such was the impulse given to my 
feelings, by the universal hilarity and contentment 
which prevailed amongst my fellows, that I forgot for 
the time all the subjects of grief that were stored in 
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my memory, all the acts of wrong that had been perpetrated 
against me, and entered with the most sincere 
and earnest sentiments in the participation of the 
felicity of our community.</p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER VIII.</head>
          <p>AT the time of which I now speak, the rice was ripe, 
and ready to be gathered. On Monday morning, after 
our feast, the overseer took the whole of us to the rice 
field, to enter upon the harvest of this crop. The field 
lay in a piece of low ground, near the river, and in 
such a position that it could be flooded by the water 
of the stream, in wet seasons. The rice is planted in 
drills, or rows, and grows more like oats than any of 
the other grain known in the north.</p>
          <p>The water is sometimes let in to the rice fields, and 
drawn off again, several times, according to the state 
of the weather. Watering and weeding the rice is 
considered one of the most unhealthy occupations on 
a southern plantation, as the people are obliged to live 
for several weeks in the mud and water, subject to all 
the unwholesome vapors that arise from stagnant 
pools, under the rays of a summer sun, as well as the 
chilly autumnal dews of night. At the time we came 
to cut this rice, the field was quite dry; and after we 
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had reaped and bound it, we hauled it upon wagons, to 
a piece of hard ground, where we made a threshing 
floor, and threshed it. In some places, they tread out 
the rice, with mules or horses, as they tread wheat in 
Maryland; but this renders the grain dusty and is injurious 
to its sale.</p>
          <p>After getting in the rice, we were occupied for some 
time in clearing and ditching swampy land, preparatory 
to a more extended culture of rice the next year; 
and about the first of August, twenty or thirty of the 
people, principally women and children, were employed 
for two weeks in making cider, of apples which grew 
in an orchard of nearly two hundred trees, that stood 
on a part of the estate. After the cider was made, a 
barrel of it was one day brought to the field, and 
distributed amongst us; but this gratuity was not 
repeated. The cider that was made by the people 
was converted into brandy, at a still in the corner of 
the orchard.</p>
          <p>I often obtained cider to drink, at the still, which 
was sheltered from the weather by a shed, of boards 
and slabs. We were not permitted to go into the 
orchard at pleasure; but as long as the apples continued, 
we were allowed the privilege of sending five or 
six persons every evening, for the purpose of bringing 
apples to the quarter, for our common use; and by 
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taking large baskets, and filling them well, we generally 
contrived to get as many as we could consume.</p>
          <p>When the peaches ripened, they were guarded with 
more rigor - peach brandy being an article which is 
nowhere more highly prized than in South Carolina. 
There were on the plantation more than a thousand 
peach trees, growing on poor sandy fields, which were 
no longer worth the expense of cultivation. The best
peaches grow upon the poorest sand-hills.</p>
          <p>We were allowed to take three bushels of peaches 
every day, for the use of the quarter; but we could, 
and did eat at least three times that quantity, for we 
stole at night that which was not given us by day. I 
confess that I took part in these thefts, and I do not 
feel that I committed any wrong, against either God 
or man, by my participation in the common danger 
that we ran, for we well knew the consequences that 
would have followed detection.</p>
          <p>After the feast at laying by the corn and cotton, we 
had no meat for several weeks; and it is my opinion 
that our master lost money by the economy he practised 
at this season of the year.</p>
          <p>I now entered upon a new scene of life. My true 
value had not yet been ascertained by my present 
owner; and whether I was to hold the rank of a first 
or second rate hand, could only be determined by an 
experience of my ability to pick cotton.</p>
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          <p>I had ascertained that at the hoe, the spade, the 
sickle, or the flail, I was a full match for the best hands 
on the plantation; but soon discovered when we came 
to cotton picking I was not equal to a boy of fifteen. 
I worked hard the first day, but when evening, came, 
and our cotton was weighed, I had only thirty-eight 
pounds, and was vexed to see that two young men, 
about my own age, had, one fifty-eight, and the other 
fifty-nine pounds. This was our first day's work, and 
the overseer had not yet settled the amount of a day's 
picking. It was necessary for him to ascertain, by the 
experience of a few days, how much the best hands 
could pick in a day, before he established the standard 
of the season. I hung down my head, and felt very 
much ashamed of myself when I found that my cotton 
was so far behind that of many, even of the women, 
who had heretofore regarded me as the strongest and 
most powerful man of the whole gang.</p>
          <p>I had exerted myself to-day to the utmost of my 
power; and as the picking of cotton seemed to be so 
very simple a business, I felt apprehensive that I should 
never be able to improve myself, so far as to become 
even a second rate hand. In this posture of affairs, I 
looked forward to something still more painful than 
the loss of character which I must sustain, both with 
my fellows and my master; for I knew that the lash 
of the overseer would soon become familiar with my 
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back, if I did not perform as much work as any of the 
other young men.</p>
          <p>I expected indeed that it would go hard with me 
even now, and stood by with feelings of despondence 
and terror, whilst the other people were getting their 
cotton weighed. When it was all weighed, the overseer 
came to me where I stood, and told me to show 
him my hands. When I had done this, and he had 
looked at them, he observed - “You have a pair of 
good hands - you will make a good picker.” This 
faint praise of the overseer revived my spirits greatly, 
and I went home with a lighter heart than I had expected 
to possess, before the termination of cotton-picking.</p>
          <p>When I came to get my cotton weighed, on the 
evening of the second day, I was rejoiced to find that 
I had forty-six pounds, although I had not worked 
harder than I did the first day. On the third evening 
I had fifty-two pounds; and before the end of the 
week; there were only three hands in the field - two 
men and a young woman - who could pick more cotton 
in a day than I could. </p>
          <p>On the Monday morning of the second week, when 
we went to the field, the overseer told us that he fixed 
the day's work at fifty pounds; and that all those who 
picked more than that, would be paid a cent a pound 
for the overplus. Twenty-five pounds was assigned as 
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the daily task of the old people, as well as a number 
of boys and girls, whilst some of the women, who had 
children, were required to pick forty pounds, and several 
children had ten pounds each as their task.</p>
          <p>Picking of cotton may almost be reckoned among 
the arts. A man who has arrived at the age of twenty-five 
before he sees a cotton field, will never, in the language 
of the overseer, become <hi rend="italics">a crack picker</hi>.</p>
          <p>By great industry and vigilance, I was able, at the 
end of a month, to return every evening a few pounds 
over the daily rate, for which I received my pay; but 
the business of picking cotton was a fatiguing labor to
me, and one to which I never became reconciled, for 
the reason that in every other kind of work I was called 
a first rate hand, whilst in cotton picking I was hardly 
regarded as a <hi rend="italics">prime hand</hi>.</p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER IX.</head>
          <p>IT is impossible to reconcile the mind of the native 
slave to the idea of living in a state of perfect equality, 
end boundless affection, with the white people. Heaven 
will be no heaven to him, if he is not to be avenged of 
his enemies. I know, from experience, that these are 
the fundamental rules of his religious creed; because 
I learned them in the religious meetings of the slaves 
themselves. A favorite and kind master or mistress, 
may now and then be admitted into heaven, but this 
rather as a matter of favor, to the intercession of some 
slave, than as matter of strict justice to the whites, 
who will, by no means, be of an equal rank with those 
who shall be raised from the depths of misery, in this 
world. </p>
          <p>The idea of a revolution in the conditions of the 
whites and the blacks, is the corner-stone of the religion 
of the latter; and indeed, it seems to me, at 
least, to be quite natural, if not in strict accordance 
with the precepts of the Bible; for in that book I find 
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it every where laid down, that those who have possessed 
an inordinate portion of the good things of this 
world, and have lived in ease and luxury, at the expense
of their fellow men will surely have to render an 
account of their stewardship, and be punished, for 
having withheld from others the participation of those 
blessings, which they themselves enjoyed. </p>
          <p>There is no subject which presents to the mind of 
the male slave a greater contrast between his own condition 
and that of his master, than the relative station 
and appearance of his wife and his mistress. The one, 
poorly clad, poorly fed, and exposed to all the hardships 
of the cotton field; the other dressed in clothes 
of gay and various colors, ornamented with jewelry, 
and carefully protected from the rays of the sun, and 
the blasts of the wind. </p>
          <p>As I have before observed, the Africans have feelings 
peculiar to themselves; but with an American slave, 
the possession of the spacious house, splendid furniture, 
and fine horses of his master, are but the secondary 
objects of his desires. To fill the measure of his happiness, 
and crown his highest ambition, his young and 
beautiful mistress must adorn his triumph, and enliven 
his hopes. </p>
          <p>I have been drawn into the above reflections, by the 
recollection of an event of a most melancholy character, 
which took place when I had been on this plantation 
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about three months. Amongst the house-servants of 
my master, was a young man, named Hardy, of a dark 
yellow complexion - a quadroon, or mulatto  - one-fourth 
of whose blood was transmitted from white parentage. </p>
          <p>Hardy was employed in various kinds of work about 
the house, and was frequently sent of errands; sometimes 
on horseback. I had become acquainted with 
the boy, who had often come to see me at the quarter, 
and had sometimes staid all night with me, and often 
told me of the ladies and gentlemen who visited at 
the great house.</p>
          <p>Amongst others, he frequently spoke of a young 
lady, who resided six or seven miles from the plantation, 
and often came to visit the daughters of the family, 
in company with her brother, a lad about twelve or 
fourteen years of age. He described the great beauty 
of this girl, whose mother was a widow, living on a small 
estate of her own. This lady did not keep a carriage; 
but her son and daughter, when they went abroad, 
traveled on horseback. </p>
          <p>One Sunday, these two young people came to visit 
at the house of my master, and remained until after 
tea in the evening. As I did not go out to work that 
day, I went over to the great house, and from the 
house to a place in the woods, about a mile distant, 
where  had set snares for rabbits. This place was 
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near the road, and I saw the young lady and her brother 
on their way home. It was after sundown when 
they passed me; but, as the evening was clear and 
pleasant, I supposed they would get home soon after 
dark, and that no accident would befall them. </p>
          <p>No more was thought of the matter this evening, 
and I heard nothing further of the young people until 
the next day, about noon, when a black boy came into 
the field, where we were picking cotton, and went to 
the overseer with a piece of paper. In a short time 
the overseer called me to come with him; and, leaving 
the field with the hands under the orders of Simon, 
the first captain, we proceeded to the great house. </p>
          <p>As soon as we arrived at the mansion, my master, 
who had not spoken to me since the day we came from 
Columbia, appeared at the front door, and ordered me 
to come in and follow him. He led me through a 
part of the house, and passed into the back yard, where 
I saw the young gentleman, his son, another gentleman 
whom I did not know, the family doctor, and the overseer, 
all standing together, and in earnest conversation. 
At my appearance, the overseer opened a cellar door, 
and ordered me to go in. I had no suspicion of evil, 
and obeyed the order immediately: as, indeed, I must 
have obeyed it, whatever might have been my suspicions. </p>
          <p>The overseer, and the gentlemen, all followed; and 
as soon as the cellar door was closed after us, by some 
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 one whom I could not see, I was ordered to pull off my 
clothes, and lie down on my back. I was then bound 
by the hands and feet, with strong cords, and extended
at full length between two of the beams that supported 
the timbers of the building. </p>
          <p>The stranger, who I now observed was much agitated, 
spoke to the doctor, who then opened a small case 
of surgeons' instruments, which he took from his 
pocket, and told me he was going to skin me for what 
I had done last night: “But,” said the doctor, “before 
you are skinned, you had better confess your 
crime.” “What crime, master, shall I confess? I 
have committed no crime - what has been done, that
you are going to murder me?” was my reply. My
master then asked me why I had followed the young 
lady and her brother, who went from the house the 
evening before, and murdered her? Astonished and 
terrified at the charge of being a murderer, I knew not 
what to say; and only continued the protestations of 
my innocence, and my entreaties not to be put to death. 
My young master was greatly enraged against me, and 
loaded me with maledictions and imprecations; and 
his father appeared to be as well satisfied as he was of 
my guilt, but was more calm, and less vociferous in 
his language. </p>
          <p>The doctor, during this time, was assorting his 
instruments, and looking at me - then stooping down, 
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and feeling my pulse, he said, it would not do to skin 
a man so full of blood as I was. I should bleed so 
much that he could not see to do his work; and he 
should probably cut some large vein, or artery, by 
which I should bleed to death in a few minutes; it 
was necessary to bleed me in the arms for some time, 
so as to reduce the quantity of blood that was in me, 
before taking my skin off. He then bound a string 
round my right arm, and opened a vein near the middle 
of the arm, from which the blood ran in a large 
and smooth stream. I already began to feel faint, 
with the loss of blood, when the cellar door was 
thrown open, and several persons came down, with 
two lighted candles. </p>
          <p>I looked at these people attentively, as they came 
near and stood around me, and expressed their 
satisfaction at the just and dreadful punishment that I 
was about to undergo. Their faces were all new and 
unknown to me, except that of a lad, whom I recognized 
as the same who had ridden by me, the preceding 
evening, in company with his sister. </p>
          <p>My old master spoke to this boy by name, and told 
him to come and see the murderer of his sister receive 
his due. The boy was a pretty youth, and wore his 
hair long, on the top of his head, in the fashion of that 
day. As he came round near my head, the light of a 
candle, which the doctor held in his hand, shone full 
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in my face, and seeing that the eyes of the boy met 
mine, I determined to make one more effort to save 
my life, and said to him, in as calm a tone as I could, 
“Young master, did I murder young mistress, your 
sister?” The youth immediately looked at my master, 
and said, “This is not the man - this man has 
short wool, and he had long wool, like your Hardy.” </p>
          <p>My life was saved. I was snatched from the most 
horrible of tortures, and from a slow and painful death. 
I was unbound, the bleeding of my arm stopped, and 
I was suffered to put on my clothes, and go up into 
the back yard of the house, where I was required to 
tell what I knew of the young lady and her brother 
on the previous day. I stated that I had seen them 
in the court yard of the house, at the time I was in 
the kitchen; that I had then gone to the woods, to 
set my snares, and had seen them pass along the road 
near me, and that this was all the knowledge I had of 
them. The boy was then required to examine me 
particularly, and ascertain whether I was, or was not, 
the man who had murdered his sister. He said he had 
not seen me at the place where I stated I was, and 
that he was confident I was not the person who had 
attacked him and his sister. That my hair, or wool, 
as he called it, was short; but that of the man who 
committed the crime was long, like Hardy's, and that 
he was about the size of Hardy - not so large as I was, 
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but black like me, and not yellow like Hardy. Some 
one now asked where Hardy was, and he was called for, 
but could not be found in the kitchen. Persons were 
sent to the quarter, and other places, in quest of him, 
but returned without him. Hardy was nowhere to be 
found. Whilst this inquiry, or rather search, was 
going on, perceiving that my old master had ceased to 
look upon me as a murderer, I asked him to please to 
tell me what had happened, that had been so near 
proving fatal to me. </p>
          <p>I was now informed that the young lady, who had 
left the house on the previous evening in company with 
her brother, had been assailed on the road, about four 
miles off, by a black man, who had sprung from a 
thicket, and snatched her from her horse, as she was 
riding a short distance behind her brother. That the 
assassin, as soon as she was on the ground, struck her 
horse a blow with a long stick, which, together with 
the fright caused by the screams of its rider when torn 
from it, had caused it to fly off at full speed; and the 
horse of the brother also taking fright, followed in pursuit,
notwithstanding all the exertions of the lad to 
stop it. All the account the brother could give of the 
matter was, that as his horse ran with him, he saw the 
negro drag his sister into the woods, and heard her 
screams for a short time. He was not able to stop his 
horse, until he reached home, when he gave information 
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to his mother and her family. That people had 
been scouring the woods all night, and all the morning, 
without being able to find the young lady.</p>
          <p>When intelligence of this horrid crime was brought 
to the house of my master, Hardy was the first to receive 
it; he having gone to take the horse of the person - 
a young gentleman of the neighborhood - who 
bore it, and who immediately returned to join his 
friends in their search for the dead body. </p>
          <p>As soon as the messenger was gone, Hardy had come 
to my master, and told him that if he would prevent 
me from murdering him, he would disclose the perpetrator 
of the crime. He was then ordered to communicate 
all he knew on the subject; and declared that, 
having gone into the woods the day before, to hunt 
squirrels, he staid until it was late, and on his return 
home, hearing the shrieks of a woman, he had proceeded 
cautiously to the place; but before he could 
arrive at the spot, the cries had ceased; nevertheless, 
he had found me, after some search, with the body of 
the young lady, whom I had just killed, and that I 
was about to kill him too, with a hickory club, but he 
had saved his life by promising that he would never 
betray me. He was glad to leave me, and what I had 
done with the body he did not know. </p>
          <p>Hardy was known in the neighborhood, and his 
character had been good. I was a stranger, and on 
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inquiry, the black people in the kitchen supported 
Hardy, by saying, that I had been seen going to the 
woods before night by the way of the road which the 
deceased had traveled These circumstances were 
deemed conclusive against me by my master; and as
the offence of which I was believed to be guilty was 
the highest that can be committed by a slave, according 
to the opinion of owners, it was determined to 
punish me in a way unknown to the law, and to inflict 
tortures upon me which the law would not tolerate. 
I was now released, and though very weak from the 
effects of bleeding, I was yet able to return to my own 
lodgings. </p>
          <p>I had no doubt that Hardy was the perpetrator of 
the crime for which I was so near losing my life; and 
now recollected that when I was at the kitchen of the 
great house on Sunday, he had disappeared, a short 
time before sundown, as I had looked for him when I 
was going to set my snares, but could not find him. -  
I went back to the house, and communicated this fact 
to my master. </p>
          <p>By this time, nearly twenty white men had collected 
about the dwelling, with the intention of going to 
search for the body of the lost lady; but it was now 
resolved to make the look-out double, and to give it 
two-fold character of a pursuit of the living, as well 
as a seeking for the dead </p>
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          <p>I now returned to my lodgings in the quarter, and 
soon fell into a profound sleep, from which I did not 
awake until long after night, when all was quiet, and  
the stillness of undisturbed tranquility prevailed over 
our little community. I felt restless, and sunk into a 
labyrinth of painful reflections, upon the horrid and 
perilous condition from which I had this day escaped, 
as it seemed, merely by chance; and as I slept until 
all sensations of drowsiness had left me, I rose from 
my bed, and walked out by the light of the moon, 
which was now shining. After being in the open air 
some time, I thought of the snares I had set on Sunday 
evening, and determined to go and see if they had 
taken any game. I sometimes caught <sic>oppossums</sic> in 
my snares; and, as these animals were very fat at this 
season of the year, I felt a hope that I might be fortunate 
enough to get one to-night. I had been at my 
snares, and had returned, as far as the road, near 
where I had seen the young lady and her brother on 
horseback on Sunday evening, and had seated myself 
under the boughs of a holly bush that grew there. It 
so happened that the place where I sat was in the 
shade of the bush, within a few feet of the road, but 
screened from it by some small boughs. In this position, 
which I had taken by accident, I could see a 
great distance along the road, towards the end of my 
master's lane. Though covered as I was by the shade, 
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and enveloped in boughs, it was difficult for a person 
in the road to see me. </p>
          <p>The occurrence that had befallen me, in the course 
of the previous day, had rendered me nervous, and 
easily susceptible of all the emotions of fear. I had 
not been long in this place, when I thought I heard 
sounds, as of a person walking on the ground at a quick 
pace; and looking along the road, towards the lane I 
saw the form of some one, passing through a space in 
the road, where the beams of the moon, piercing between 
two trees, reached the ground. When the moving 
body passed into the shade, I could not see it; but 
in a short time, it came so near that I could distinctly 
see that it was a man, approaching me by the road. 
When he came opposite me, and the moon shone full 
in his face, I knew him to be a young mulatto, named 
David, the coachman of a widow lady, who resided 
somewhere near Charleston; but who had been at the 
house of my master, for two or three weeks, as a visiter, 
with her two daughters. </p>
          <p>This man passed on at a quick step, without observing 
me; and the suspicion instantly riveted itself in my 
mind, that he was the murderer, for whose crime I had 
already suffered so much, and that he was now on his 
way to the place where he had left the body, for the 
purpose of removing, or burying it in the earth. I was 
confident, that no honest purpose could bring him to 
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this place, at this time of night, alone. I was about 
two miles from home, and an equal distance from the 
spot where the girl had been seized.</p>
          <p>Of her subsequent murder, no one entertained a 
doubt; for it was not to be expected, that the fellow 
who had been guilty of one great crime, would flinch 
from the commission of another, of equal magnitude, 
and suffer his victim to exist, as a witness to identify 
his person. </p>
          <p>I felt animated, by a spirit of revenge, against the 
wretch, whoever he might be, who had brought me so 
near to torture and death; and feeble and weak as I 
was, resolved to pursue the foot-steps of this coachman, 
at a wary and cautious distance, and ascertain, if possible, 
the object of his visit to these woods, at this 
time of night. </p>
          <p>I waited until he had passed me more than a hundred 
yards, and until I could barely discover his form 
in the faint light of the deep shade of the trees, when 
stealing quietly into the road, I followed, with the 
caution of a spy traversing the camp of an enemy. - 
We were now in a dark pine forest, and on both sides 
of us were tracts of low, swampy ground, covered with 
thickets so dense as to be difficult of penetration even 
by a person on foot. The road led along a neck of 
elevated and dry ground, that divided these swamps 
for more than a mile, when they terminated, and were 
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succeeded by ground that produced scarcely any other 
timber than a scrubby kind of oak, called black jack. 
It was amongst these black jacks, about half a mile 
beyond the swamps, that the lady had been carried off. 
I had often been here, for the purpose of snaring and 
trapping the small game of these woods, and was well 
acquainted with the topography of this forest, for some 
distance, on both sides of the road. </p>
          <p>It was necessary for me to use the utmost caution 
in the enterprise I was now engaged in. The road 
we were now traveling, was in no place very broad, and 
at some points barely wide enough to permit a carriage 
to pass between the trees, that lined its sides. In some 
places, it was so dark that I could not see the man, 
whose steps I followed; but was obliged to depend on 
the sound, produced by the tread of his feet, upon the 
ground. I deemed it necessary to keep as close as 
possible to the object of my pursuit, lest he should 
suddenly turn into the swamp, on one side or the other 
of the road, and elude my vigilance; for I had no 
doubt that he would quit the road, somewhere. As 
we approached the termination of the low grounds, my 
anxiety became intense, lest he should escape me; and 
at one time, I could not have been more than one hundred 
feet behind him; but he continued his course, 
until he reached the oak woods, and came to a place 
where an old cart-road led off to the left, along the side 
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of the Dark Swamp, as it was termed in the neighborhood. </p>
          <p>This road the mulatto took, without turning to 
look behind him. Here my difficulties and perils 
increased, for I now felt myself in danger, as I had no 
longer any doubt, that I was on the trail of the murderer, 
and that, if discovered by him, my life would be 
the price of my curiosity. I was too weak to be able 
to struggle with him, for a minute; though if the 
blood which I had lost, through his wickedness, could 
have been restored to my veins, I could have seized 
him by the neck, and strangled him. </p>
          <p>The road I now had to travel, was so little frequented, 
that bushes of the ground oak and bilberry stood 
thick in almost every part of it. Many of these 
bushes were full of dry leaves, which had been touched 
by the frost, but had not yet fallen. It was easy 
for me to follow him, for I pursued by the noise he 
made, amongst these bushes; but it was not so easy 
for me to avoid, on my part, the making of a rustling, 
and agitation of the bushes, which might expose me 
to detection. I was now obliged to depend wholly on 
my ears, to guide my pursuit, my eyes being occupied 
in watching my own way, to enable me to avoid every 
object, the touching of which was likely to produce 
sound.</p>
          <p>I followed this road more than a mile, led by the 
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cracking of the sticks, or the shaking of the leaves. 
At length, I heard a loud, shrill whistle, and then a 
total silence succeeded. I now stood still, and in a 
few seconds, heard a noise in the swamp like the 
drumming of a pheasant. Soon afterwards, I heard 
the breaking of sticks, and the sounds caused by the 
bending of branches of trees. In a little time, I was 
satisfied that something having life was moving in the 
swamp, and coming towards the place where the mulatto 
stood.</p>
          <p>This was at the end of the cart-road, and opposite 
some large pine trees, which grew in the swamp, at 
the distance of two or three hundred yards from its 
margin. The noise in the swamp still approached us; 
and at length a person came out of the thicket, and 
stood for a minute, or more, with the mulatto whom I 
had followed; and then they both entered the swamp, 
and took the course of the pine trees, as I could easily 
distinguish by my ears. </p>
          <p>When they were gone, I advanced to the end of the 
road and sat down upon a log, to listen to their progress 
through the swamp. At length, it seemed that 
they had stopped, for I no longer heard any thing of 
them. Anxious, however, to ascertain more of this 
mysterious business, I remained in silence on the log, 
determined to stay there until day, if I could not sooner 
learn something to satisfy me, why these men had 
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gone into the swamp. All uncertainty upon this subject 
was, however, quickly removed from my mind; 
for within less than ten minutes, after I had ceased 
to hear them moving in the thicket, I was shocked 
by the faint, but shrill wailings of a female voice, 
accompanied with exclamations and supplications, 
in a tone so feeble that I could only distinguish a few 
solitary words. </p>
          <p>My mind comprehended the whole ground of this 
matter, at a glance. The lady supposed to have been 
murdered on Sunday evening, was still living; and 
concealed by the two fiends who had passed out of my 
sight but a few minutes before. The one I knew, for 
I had examined his features, within a few feet of me, 
in the full light of the moon; and, that the other was 
Hardy, I was as perfectly convinced, as if I had seen 
him also. </p>
          <p>I now rose to return home; the cries of the female 
in the swamp still continuing, but growing weaker, 
and dying away, as I receded from the place where I 
had sat. </p>
          <p>I was now in possession of the clearest evidence of 
the guilt of the two murderers; but I was afraid to 
communicate my knowledge to my master, lest he 
should suspect me of being an accomplice in this crime; 
and, if the lady could not be recovered alive, I had no 
doubt that Hardy and his companion were sufficiently 
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depraved to charge me as a participation with themselves, 
to be avenged upon me. I was confident that 
the mulatto, David, would return to the house before 
day, and be found in his bed in the morning; which 
he could easily do, for he slept in a part of the stable 
loft; under pretence of being near the horses of his 
mistress.</p>
          <p>I thought it possible, that Hardy might also return 
home that night, and endeavor to account for his 
absence from home on Monday afternoon, by some 
ingenious lie; in the invention of which I knew him to 
be very expert. In this case, I saw that I should have 
to run the risk of being overpowered by the number 
of my false accusers; and, as I stood alone, they 
might yet be able to sacrifice my life, and escape the 
punishment due to their crimes. After much consideration, 
I came to the resolution of returning, as quick 
as possible, to tho quarter - calling up the overseer -  
and acquainting him with all that I had seen, heard, 
and done, in the course of this night. </p>
          <p>As I did not know what time of night it was when 
left my bed, I was apprehensive that day might 
break before I could so far mature my plans as to have 
persons to waylay and arrest the mulatto on his return 
home; but when I roused the overseer he told me it 
was only one o'clock, and seemed but little inclined to 
credit my story; but after talking to me several 
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minutes he told me he, now more than ever, suspected 
me to be the murderer, but he would go with me 
and see if I had told the truth. When we arrived 
at the great house, some members of the family had 
not yet gone to bed, having been kept up by the arrival 
of several gentlemen who had been searching the 
woods all day for the lost lady, and who had come 
here to seek lodgings when it was near midnight. 
My master was in bed, but was called up and listened 
attentively to my story - at the close of which he shook 
his head, and said with an oath, “You - , I believe 
you to be the murderer; but we will go and see if all 
you say is a lie; if it is, the torments of - will be 
pleasure to what awaits you. You have escaped once, 
but you will not get off a second time.” I now found 
that somebody must die; and if the guilty could not 
be found, the innocent would have to atone for them. 
The manner in which my master had delivered his 
words, assured me that the life of somebody must be 
taken. </p>
          <p>This new danger aroused my energies - and I told 
them that I was ready to go, and take the consequences. 
Accordingly, the overseer, my young master, 
and three other gentlemen, immediately set out with 
me. It was agreed that we should all travel on foot, 
the overseer and I going a few paces in advance of the 
others. We proceeded silently, but rapidly, on  
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way; and as we passed it, I <sic>shewed</sic> them the place 
where I sat under the holly bush, when the mulatto 
passed me. We neither saw nor heard any person on 
the road, and reached the log at the end of the cart-road, 
where I sat when I heard the cries in the swamp. 
All was now quiet, and our party lay down in the 
bushes on each side of a large gum tree, at the root 
of which the two murderers stood when they talked 
together, before they entered the thicket. We had not 
been here more than an hour, when I heard, as I lay 
with my head near the ground, a noise in the swamp, 
which I believed could only be made by those whom 
we sought. </p>
          <p>I, however, said nothing, and the gentlemen did not 
hear it. It was caused, as I afterwards ascertained, 
by dragging the fallen branch of a tree along the 
ground, for the purpose of lighting the fire.</p>
          <p>The night was very clear and serene - its silence 
only being broken at intervals by the loud hooting of 
the great long-eared owls, which are numerous in these
swamps. I felt oppressed by the cold, and was glad 
to hear the crowing of a cock, at a great distance, 
announcing the approach of day. This was followed, 
after a short interval, by the cracking of sticks, and by 
other tokens, which I knew could proceed only from 
the motions of living bodies. I now whispered to the 
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overseer, who lay near me, that it would soon appear 
whether I had spoken the truth or not. </p>
          <p>All were now satisfied that people were coming out 
of the swamp, for we heard them speak to each other. 
I desired the overseer to advise the other gentlemen to 
let the culprits come out of the swamp, and gain the 
high ground, before we attempted to seize them; but 
this counsel was, unfortunately, not taken; and when 
they came near to the gum tree, and it could be clearly 
seen that there were two men and no more, one of the 
gentlemen called out to them to stop, or they were 
dead. Instead, however, of stopping, they both sprang 
forward, and took to flight. They did not turn into 
the swamp, for the gentleman who ordered them to 
stop, was in their rear - they having already passed 
him. At the moment they had started to run, each 
of the gentlemen fired two pistols at them. The pistols 
made the forest ring on all sides; and I supposed 
it was impossible for either of the fugitives to escape 
from so many balls. This was, however, not the case; 
for only one of them was injured. The mulatto, 
David, had one arm and one leg broken, and fell about 
ten yards from us; but Hardy escaped, and when the 
smoke cleared away, he was nowhere to be seen. On 
being interrogated, David acknowledged that the lady 
was in the swamp, on a small island, and was yet alive 
- that he and Hardy had gone from the house on Sunday, 
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for the purpose of waylaying and carrying her off, 
and intended to kill her little brother - this part of the 
duty being assigned to him, whilst Hardy was to drag 
the sister from her horse. As they were both mulattos, 
they blacked their faces with charcoal, taken from 
a pine stump partially burned. The boy was riding 
before his sister, and when Hardy seized her and dragged 
her from her horse, she screamed and frightened 
both the horses, which took off at full speed, by which 
means the boy escaped. Finding that the boy was out 
of his reach, David remained in the bushes until Hardy 
brought the sister to him. They immediately tied a 
handkerchief round her face, so as to cover her mouth 
and stifle her shrieks; and taking her in their arms 
carried her back toward my master's house, for some 
distance, through the woods, until they came to the 
cart-road leading along the swamp. They then followed 
this road as far as it led, and, turning into the 
swamp, took their victim to a place they had prepared 
for her the Sunday before, on a small knoll in the 
swamp, where the ground was dry. </p>
          <p>Her hands were closely confined, and she was tied 
by the feet to a tree. He said he had stolen some 
bread, and taken it to her that night; but when they 
unbound her mouth to permit her to eat, she only 
wept and made a noise, begging them to release her, 
until they were obliged again to bandage her mouth. </p>
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          <p>It was now determined by the gentlemen, that as 
the lady was still alive, we ought not to lose a moment 
in endeavoring to rescue her from her dreadful situation. 
I pointed out the large pine trees, in the direction 
of which I heard the cries of the young lady, and 
near which I believed she was - undertaking, at the 
same time, to act as pilot, in penetrating the thicket. 
Three of the gentlemen and myself accordingly set 
out, leaving the other two with the wounded mulatto 
with directions to inform us when we deviated from a 
right line to the pine trees. This they were able to 
do by attending to the noise we made, with nearly as 
much accuracy as if they had seen us.</p>
          <p>The atmosphere had now become a little cloudy, 
and the morning was very dark, even in the oak woods; 
but when we had entered the thickets of the swamp, 
all objects became utterly invisible; and the obscurity 
was as total as if our eyes had been closed. Our 
companions on the dry ground lost sight of the pine trees, 
and could not give us any directions in our journey. 
We became entangled in briers, and vines, and mats 
of bushes, from which the greatest exertions were 
necessary to disengage ourselves. </p>
          <p>It was so dark, that we could not see the fallen 
trees; and, missing these, fell into quagmires, and 
sloughs of mud and water, into which we sunk up to 
the arm-pits, and from which we were able to extricate 
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ourselves, only by seizing upon the hanging branches 
of the surrounding trees. After struggling in this 
half-drowned condition, for at least a quarter of an 
hour, we reached a small dry spot, where the gentlemen 
again held a council, as to ulterior measures. 
They called to those left on the shore, to know if we 
were proceeding toward the pine trees; but received 
for answer that the pines were invisible, and they knew 
not whether we were right or wrong. In this state of 
uncertainty, it was thought most prudent to wait the 
coming of day, in our present resting-place. </p>
          <p>The air was frosty, and in our wet clothes, loaded 
as we were with mud, it may be imagined that our 
feelings were not pleasant; and when the day broke, 
it brought us but little relief, for we found, as soon as 
it was light enough to enable us to see around, that 
we were on one of those insulated dry spots, called 
“<hi rend="italics">tussocks</hi>” by the people of the South. These <hi rend="italics">tussocks </hi> 
are formed by clusters of small trees, which, taking root 
in the mud, are, in process of time, surrounded by long 
grass, which, entwining its roots with those of the trees, 
overspread and cover the surface of the muddy foundation, 
by which the superstructure is supported. These 
<hi rend="italics">tussocks</hi> are often several yards in diameter. That 
upon which we now were, stood in the midst of a great 
miry pool, into which we were again obliged to launch 
ourselves, and struggle onward for a distance of ten 
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yards, before we reached the line of some fallen and 
decaying trees. </p>
          <p>It was now broad daylight, and we saw the pine 
trees, at the distance of about a hundred yards from 
us; but even with the assistance of the light, we had 
great difficulty in reaching them, - to do which we 
were compelled to travel at least a quarter of a mile 
by the angles and curves of the fallen timber, upon 
which alone we could walk; this part of the swamp 
being a vast half-fluid bog. </p>
          <p>It was sunrise when we reached the pines, which we 
found standing upon a small islet of firm ground, containing, 
as well as I could judge, about half an acre, 
covered with a heavy growth of white maples, swamp 
oaks, a few large pines, and a vast mat of swamp laurel, 
called in the South <hi rend="italics">ivy</hi>. I had no doubt that 
the object of our search was somewhere on this little 
island; but small as it was, it was no trifling affair 
to give every part of it a minute examination, for the 
stems and branches of the ivy were so minutely interwoven 
with each other, and spread along the ground 
in so many curves and crossings, that it was impossible 
to proceed a single rod without lying down and 
creeping along the earth.</p>
          <p>The gentlemen agreed, that if any one discovered 
the young lady, he should immediately call to the 
others; and we all entered the thicket. I, however, 
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turned along the edge of the island, with the intention 
of making its circuit, for the purpose of tracing, 
if possible, the footsteps of those who had passed 
between it and the main shore. I made my way more 
than half round the island, without much difficulty, 
and without discovering any signs of persons having 
been here before me; but in crossing the trunk of a 
large tree which had fallen, and the top of which 
extended far into the ivy, I perceived some stains of 
mud on the bark of the log. Looking into the swamp, 
I saw that the root of this tree was connected with 
other fallen timber, extending beyond the reach of my 
vision, which was obstructed by the bramble of the 
swamp, and the numerous evergreens growing here 
I now advanced along the trunk of the tree until I 
reached its topmost branches, and here discovered 
evident signs of a small trail, leading into the thicket 
of ivy. Creeping along and following this trail by the 
small bearberry bushes that had been trampled down 
and had not again risen to an erect position, I was led 
almost across the island, and found that the small 
bushes were discomposed quite up to the edge of a
vast heap of the branches of evergreen trees, produced 
by the falling of several large juniper cypress trees, 
which grew in the swamp in a cluster, and having 
been blown down, had fallen with their tops athwart 
each other, and upon the almost impervious mat of 
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ivies, with which the surface of the island was coated 
over. </p>
          <p>I stood and looked at this mass of entangled green 
bush, but could not perceive the slightest marks of 
any entrance into its labyrinths; nor did it seem 
possible for any creature, larger than a squirrel, to 
penetrate it. It now for the first time struck me as a 
great oversight in the gentlemen, that they had not 
compelled the mulatto, David, to describe the place 
where they had concealed the lady; and, as the forest 
was so dense that no communication could be had 
with the shore, either by word or signs, we could not 
now procure any information on this subject. I therefore 
called to the gentlemen, who were on the island 
with me, and desired them to come to me without 
delay.</p>
          <p>Small as this island was, it was after the lapse of
many minutes that the overseer and the other gentlemen 
arrived where I stood; and when they came, 
they would have been the subjects of mirthful emotions, 
had not the tragic circumstances in which I was 
placed, banished from my heart every feeling but that 
of the most profound melancholy. </p>
          <p>When the gentlemen had assembled, I informed 
them of signs of footsteps that I had traced from the 
other side of the island; and told them that I believed 
the young lady lay somewhere under the heap 
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of brushwood before us. This opinion obtained but 
little credit, because there was no opening in the brush 
by which any one could enter it; but on going a few 
paces round the heap, I perceived a small, snaggy 
pole resting on the brush, and nearly concealed by it, 
with the lower end stuck in the ground. The branches 
had been cut from this pole at the distance of three 
or four inches from the main stem, which made it a 
tolerable substitute for a ladder. I immediately ascended 
the pole, which led me to the top of the pile, 
and here I discovered an opening in the brush, between 
the forked top of one of the cypress trees, through 
which a man might easily pass. Applying my head 
to this aperture, I distinctly heard a quick and laborious 
breathing, like that of a person in extreme illness; 
and again called the gentlemen to follow me.</p>
          <p>When they came up the ladder, the breathing was 
audible to all; and one of the gentlemen, whom I 
now perceived to be the stranger, who was with us in 
my master's cellar, when I was bled, slid down into 
the dark and narrow passage, without uttering a word. 
I confess that some feelings of trepidation passed 
through my nerves when I stood alone; but now that 
a leader had preceded me, I followed, and glided 
through the smooth and elastic cypress tops, to the 
bottom of this vast labyrinth of green boughs. </p>
          <p>When I reached the ground, I found myself in contact 
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with the gentleman who was in advance of me, 
and near one end of a large concave, oblong, open 
space, formed by the branches of the trees, having 
been supported and kept above the ground, partly by 
a cluster of very large and strong ivies, that grew here, 
and partly by a young gum tree, which had been bent 
into the form of an arch by the falling timber. </p>
          <p>Though we could not see into this leafy cavern from 
above, yet when we had been in it a few moments, we 
had light enough to see the objects around us with 
tolerable clearness; but that which surprised us both 
greatly was, that the place was totally silent, and we 
could not perceive the appearance of any living thing, 
except ourselves. </p>
          <p>After we had been here some minutes, our vision 
became still more distinct; and I saw, at the other 
end of the open space, ashes of wood, and some 
extinguished brands, but there was no smoke. Going to 
these ashes, and stirring them with a stick, I found 
coals of fire carefully covered over, in a hole six or 
eight inches deep. </p>
          <p>When he saw the fire, the gentleman spoke to me, 
and expressed his astonishment that we heard the 
breathing no longer; but he had scarcely uttered these 
words, when a faint groan, as of a woman in great 
pain, was heard to issue apparently from the ground; 
but a motion of branches on our right assured me that 
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the sufferer was concealed there. The gentleman 
sprung to the spot, pushed aside the pendant boughs, 
stooped low beneath the bent ivies, and came out, 
bearing in his hands a delicate female figure. As he 
turned round, and exposed her half-closed eye and 
white forehead to the light, he exclaimed, “Eternal 
God! I Maria, is it you?” He then pressed her to his 
bosom, and sunk upon the ground, still holding her 
closely in his embrace. </p>
          <p>The lady lay motionless in his arms, and I thought 
she was dead. Her hair hung matted and dishevelled 
from her head; a handkerchief, once white, but now 
soiled with dust, and stained with blood, was bound 
firmly round her head, covering her mouth and chin, 
and was fastened at the back of the neck, by a double 
knot, and secured by a ligature of cypress bark. </p>
          <p>I knew not whom most to pity - the lady, who now 
lay insensible in the arms that still clasped her tenderly; 
or the unhappy gentleman, who having cut the 
cords from her limbs, and the handkerchief from her 
face, now sat and silently gazed upon her death-like 
countenance. He uttered not a sigh, and moved not 
a joint, but his breast heaved with agony; the sinews 
and muscles of his neck rose and fell, like those of a 
man in convulsions; all the lineaments of his face 
were, alternately, contracted and expanded, as if his 
last moments were at hand; whilst great drops of 
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sweat rolled down his forehead, as though he struggled 
against an enemy whose strength was more than human. </p>
          <p>Oppressed by the sight of so much wretchedness, I 
turned from its contemplation, and called aloud to the 
gentlemen without (who had all this time been waiting 
to hear from us) to come up the ladder to tho top
of the pile of boughs. The overseer was quickly at the 
top of the opening, by which I had descended; and I 
now informed him that we had found the lady. He 
ordered me to hand her up - and I desired the gentleman 
who was with me to permit me to do so, but this 
he refused - and mounting the boughs of the fallen 
trees, and supporting himself by the strong branches 
of the ivies, he quickly reached the place where the 
overseer stood. </p>
          <p>He even here refused to part from his charge, but 
bore her down the ladder alone. He was, however, 
obliged to accept aid, in conveying her through the 
swamp to the place where we had left the two gentlemen 
with the wounded mulatto, whose sufferings, demon 
as he was, were sufficient to move the hardest 
heart. His right arm and left leg were broken, and 
he had lost much blood before we returned from the 
island; and as he could not walk, it was necessary to 
carry him home. We had not brought any horses, and 
until the lady was recovered, no one seemed to think 
any more about the mulatto after he was shot down 
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It was proposed to send for a horse to take David 
home; but it was finally agreed that we should leave 
him in the woods, where he was, until a man could be 
sent for him with a cart. At the time we left him, his groans 
and lamentations seemed to excite no sympathy 
in the breast of any. More cruel sufferings yet 
awaited him. </p>
          <p>The lady was carried home in the arms of the 
gentlemen; and she did not speak, until after she was 
bathed and put to bed in my masters house, as I 
afterwards heard. I know she did not speak on the 
way. She died on the fourth day after her rescue, and 
before her death related the circumstances of her 
misfortune, as I was told by a colored woman, who 
attended her in her illness, in the following manner: </p>
          <p>As she was riding in the dusk of the evening, at a 
rapid trot, a few yards behind her brother, a black 
man sprang from behind a tree standing close by the 
side of the road; seized her by her riding dress, and 
dragged her to the ground, but failed to catch the 
bridle of the horse, which sprang off at full speed. - 
Another negro immediately came to the aid of the 
first, and said, “I could not catch him - we must 
make haste.” They carried her as fast as they could 
go to the place where we found her, when they bound 
her hands, feet and mouth, and left her until the next 
night; and had left her the second morning, only a 
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few minutes, when she heard the report of guns. Soon 
after this, by great efforts, she extricated one of her 
feet from the bark with which she was bound; but 
finding herself too weak to stand, she crawled, as far 
as she could, under the boughs of the trees, hoping 
that when her assassins returned again they would not 
be able to find her, and that she might there die alone. </p>
          <p>Exhausted by the efforts she had made to remove 
herself, she fell into the stupor of sleep, from which 
she was aroused by the noise we made when we 
descended into the cavern. She then, supposing us to 
be her destroyers returned again, lay still, and breathed 
as softly as possible, to prevent us from hearing her; 
but when she heard the voice of the gentleman who 
was with me, the tones of which were familiar to her, 
she groaned and moved her feet, to let us know where 
she was. This exertion, and the idea of her horrid 
condition, overcame the strength of her nerves; and 
when her deliverer raised her from the ground she had 
swooned, and was unconscious of all things. </p>
          <p>We had no sooner arrived at the house, than inquiry 
was made for Hardy; but it was ascertained in the 
kitchen, that he had not been seen since the previous 
evening, at night-fall, when he had left the kitchen for 
the purpose of going to sleep at the stable with David, 
as he had told one of the black women; and preparation 
was immediately made to go in pursuit of him. </p>
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          <p>For this purpose all the gentlemen present equipped 
themselves with pistols, fowling pieces, and horns -  
such as are used by fox hunters. Messengers were 
despatched round the country, to give notice to all the 
planters, within the distance of many miles, of the 
crime that had been committed, and of the escape of 
one of its perpetrators, with a request to them to come 
without delay, and join in the pursuit, intended to be 
given. Those who had dogs, trained to chase thieves, 
were desired to bring them; and a gentleman who 
lived twelve miles off, and who owned a blood-hound, 
was sent for, and requested to come with his dog, in 
all haste. </p>
          <p>In consequence, I suppose, of the information I had 
given, I was permitted to be present at these deliberations, 
and though my advice was not asked, I was 
often interrogated, concerning my knowledge of the 
affair. Some proposed to go at once, with dogs and 
horses, into the woods, and traverse the swamp and 
thickets, for the purpose of rousing Hardy from the 
place of concealment he might have chosen; but the 
opinion of the overseer prevailed, who thought, that 
from the intimate knowledge possessed by him, of all 
the swamps and coverts in the neighborhood, there 
would be little hope of discovering him in this manner 
The overseer advised them to wait the coming of 
the gentleman with his blood-hound, before they entered 
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the woods; for the reason, that if the blood hound 
could be made to take the trail, he would certainly find 
his game, before he quit it, if not thrown off the scent 
by the men, horses, and dogs crossing his course; but 
if the blood hound could not take the scent, they might 
then adopt the proposed plan of pursuit, with as much 
success as at present. This counsel being adopted, the 
horses were ordered into the stable; and the gentlemen 
entered the house to take their breakfast, and 
wait the arrival of the blood hound.</p>
          <p>Nothing was said of the mulatto, David, who seemed 
to be forgotten - not a word being spoken by any one 
of bringing him from the woods. I knew that he was 
suffering the most agonizing pains, and great as were 
his crimes, his groans and cries of anguish still seemed 
to echo in my ears; but I was afraid to make any application 
in his behalf, lest, even yet, I might be suspected 
of some participation in his offences; for I 
knew that the most horrid punishments were often 
inflicted upon slaves merely on suspicion. </p>
          <p>As the morning advanced, the number of men and 
horses in front of my master's mansion increased; and 
before ten o'clock I think there were, at least, fifty of 
each - the horses standing hitched and the men conversing 
in groups without, or assembled together within 
the house.</p>
          <p>At length the owner of the blood hound came, bringing 
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with him his dog, in a chaise, drawn by one horse. 
The harness was removed from the horse, its place 
supplied by a saddle and bridle, and the whole party 
set off for the woods. As they rode away, my master, 
who was one of the company, told me to follow them; 
but we had proceeded only a little distance, when the 
gentlemen stopped, and my master, after speaking with 
the owner of the dog, told the overseer to go back to 
the house, and get some piece of the clothes of Hardy, 
that had been worn by him lately. The overseer returned, 
and we all proceeded forward to the place where 
David lay.</p>
          <p>We found him where we had left him, greatly weakened 
by the loss of blood, and complaining that the 
cold air caused his wounds to smart intolerably. When 
I came near him, he looked at me and told me I had 
betrayed him. None of the gentlemen seemed at all 
moved by his sufferings, and when any of them spoke 
to him it was with derision, and every epithet of scorn 
and contumely. As it was apparent that he could not 
escape, no one proposed to remove him to a place of 
greater safety; but several of the horsemen, as they 
passed, lashed him with the thongs of their whips; 
but I do not believe he felt these blows - the pain he 
endured from his wounds being so great as to drown 
the sensation of such minor afflictions. </p>
          <p>The day had already become warm, although the 
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night had been cold; the sun shone with great clearness, 
and many carrion crows, attracted by the scent 
of blood, were perched upon the trees near where we 
now were. </p>
          <p>When the overseer came up with us, he brought an 
old blanket, in which Hardy had slept for some time, 
and handed it to the owner of the dog; who, having 
first caused the hound to smell of the blanket, untied 
the cord in which he had been led, and turned him 
into the woods. The dog went from us fifty or sixty 
yards, in a right line, then made a circle around us, 
again commenced his circular movement, and pursued 
it nearly half round. Then he dropped his nose to
the ground, snuffed the tainted surface, and moved off 
through the wood slowly, almost touching the earth 
with his nose. The owner of the dog and twelve or 
fifteen others followed him, whilst the residue of the 
party dispersed themselves along the edge of the 
swamp, and the overseer ordered me to stay and watch 
the horses of those who dismounted, going himself on 
foot in the pursuit. </p>
          <p>When the gentlemen were all gone out of sight, I 
went to David, who lay all this time within my view, 
for the purpose of asking him if I could render him 
any assistance. He begged me to bring him some water, 
as he was dying of thirst, no less than with the 
pain of his wounds. One of the horsemen had left a  
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large tin horn hanging on his saddle; this I took, and 
stopping the small end closely with leaves, filled it 
with water from the swamp, and gave it to the wounded 
man, who drank it, and then turning his head towards 
me, said: - “Hardy and I had laid a plan to 
have this thing brought upon you, and to have you 
hung for it - but you have escaped.” He then asked 
me if they intended to leave him to die in the woods, 
or to take him home and hang him. I told him I had 
heard them talk of taking him home in a cart, but 
what was to be done with him I did not know. I felt 
a horror of the crimes committed by this man; was 
pained by the sight of his sufferings, and being unable 
to relieve the one, or to forgive the other, went to a 
place where I could neither see nor hear him, and sat 
down to await the return of those who had gone 
in the pursuit of Hardy. </p>
          <p>In the circumstances which surrounded me, it 
cannot be supposed that my feelings were pleasant, 
or that time moved very fleetly; but painful as my 
situation was, I was obliged to bear it for many hours. 
From the time the gentlemen left me, I neither saw 
nor heard them, until late in the afternoon, when five 
or six of them returned, having lost their companions 
in the woods. </p>
          <p>Toward sundown, I heard a great noise of horns 
blown, and of men shouting at a distance in the forest; 
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and soon after, my master, the owner of the blood 
hound, and many others returned, bringing with them 
Hardy, whom the hound had followed ten or twelve 
miles through the swamps and thickets; had at last 
caught him, and would soon have killed him, had he 
not been compelled to relinquish his prey. When the 
party had all returned, a kind of court was held in 
the woods, where we then were, for the purpose of 
determining what punishment should be inflicted upon 
Hardy and David. All agreed at once, that an example 
of the most terrific character ought to be made 
of such atrocious villains, and that it would defeat the 
ends of justice to deliver these fellows up to the civil 
authority, to be hanged like common murderers. The 
next measure was to settle upon the kind of punishment 
to be inflicted upon them, and the manner of 
executing the sentence. </p>
          <p>Hardy was, all this time, sitting on the ground 
covered with blood, and yet bleeding profusely, in 
hearing of his inexorable judges. The dog had mangled 
both his arms and hands in a shocking manner; 
torn a large piece of flesh entirely away from one side of 
his breast, and sunk his fangs deep in the side of 
his neck. No other human creature that I have ever 
seen presented a more deplorable spectacle of mingled 
crime and cruelty. </p>
          <p>It was now growing late, and the fate of these miserable 
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men was to be decided before the company separated 
to go to their several homes. One proposed to 
burn them, another to flay them alive, and a third to 
starve them to death, and many other modes of slowly 
and tormentingly extinguishing life were named; but 
that which was finally adopted was, of all others, the 
most horrible. The wretches were unanimously sentenced 
to be stripped naked, and bound down securely 
upon their backs, on the naked earth, in sight of each 
other; to have their mouths closely covered with bandages, 
to prevent them from making a noise to frighten 
away the birds, and in this manner to be left to be 
devoured alive by the carrion crows and buzzards, 
which swarm in every part of South Carolina. </p>
          <p>The sentence was instantly carried into effect, so 
far as its execution depended on us. Hardy and his 
companion were divested of their clothes, stretched 
upon their backs on the ground; their mouths bandaged 
with handkerchiefs - their limbs extended - 
and these, together with their necks, being crossed by 
numerous poles, were kept close to the earth by forked 
sticks driven into the ground, so as to prevent the 
possibility of moving any part of their persons; and 
in this manner these wicked men were left to be torn 
in pieces by birds of prey. The buzzards and carrion 
crows, always attack dead bodies by pulling out and 
consuming the eyes first. They then tear open 
the bowels, and feed upon the intestines. </p>
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          <p>We returned to my master's plantation, and I did 
not see this place again until the next Sunday, when 
several of my fellow slaves went with me to see the 
remains of the dead, but we found only their bones. 
Great flocks of buzzards and carrion crows were assembled 
in the trees, giving a dismal aspect to the woods; 
and I hastened to abandon a place fraught with so 
many afflicting recollections. </p>
          <p>The lady, who had been the innocent sacrifice of 
the brutality of the men, whose bones I had seen 
bleaching in the sun, had died on Saturday evening, 
and her corpse was buried on Monday, in a grave-yard 
on my master's plantation. I have never seen a large 
cotton plantation, in Carolina, without its burying 
ground. This burying ground is not only the place 
of <sic>sepulture</sic> of the family, who are the proprietors of 
the estate, but also of many other persons who have 
lived in the neighborhood. Half an acre, or an acre 
of ground, is appropriated as a grave-yard, on one side
of which the proprietors of the estate, from age to age, 
are buried; whilst the other parts of the ground are 
open to strangers, poor people of their vicinity, and, 
in general, to all who choose to inter their dead within 
its boundaries. This custom prevails as far north as 
Maryland; and it seems to me to be much more consonant 
to the feelings of solitude and tender recollections, 
which we always associate with the memory of 
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departed friends, than the practice of promiscuous 
interment in a church-yard, where all idea of seclusion 
is banished, by the last home of the dead being thrown 
open to the rude intrusions of strangers; where the 
sanctity of the sepulchre is treated as a common, and 
where the grave itself is, in a few years, torn up, or 
covered over, to form a temporary resting-place 
for some new tenant. </p>
          <p>The family of the deceased lady, though not very 
wealthy, was amongst the most ancient and respectable 
in this part of the country; and, on Sunday, whilst 
the dead body lay in my master's house, there was a 
continual influx and efflux of <sic>visiters</sic>, in carriages, on 
horse-back, and on foot. The house was open to all 
who chose to come; and the best wines, cakes, sweetmeats 
and fruits, were handed about to the company 
by the servants; though I observed that none remained 
for dinner, except the relations of the deceased, 
those of my master's family, and the young gentleman 
who was with me on the island. The visiters remained 
but a short time when they came, and were nearly 
all in mourning. This was the first time that I had 
seen a large number of the fashionable people of Carolina 
assembled together, and their appearance impressed 
me with an opinion favorable to their character. 
I had never seen an equal number of people anywhere, 
whose deportment was more orderly and decorous, nor 
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whose feelings seemed to be more in accordance with 
the solemnity of the event, which had brought them 
together. </p>
          <p>I had been ordered by the overseer to remain at the 
great house until the afternoon, for the purpose, as I 
afterwards learned, of being seen by those who came 
to see the <sic>corspe</sic>; and many of the ladies and gentlemen 
inquired for me, and when I was pointed out to 
them, commended my conduct and fidelity, in discovering 
the authors of the murder - condoled with me for 
having suffered innocently, and several gave me money. 
One old lady, who came in a pretty carriage, 
drawn by two black horses, gave me a dollar. </p>
          <p>On Monday the funeral took place, and several 
hundred persons followed the corpse to the grave, over 
which a minister delivered a short sermon. The young 
gentleman who was with me when we found the 
deceased on the island, walked with her mother to the 
grave-yard, and the little brother followed, with a 
younger sister. </p>
          <p>After the interment, wines and refreshments were 
handed round to the whole assembly, and at least a 
hundred persons remained for dinner with my master's 
family. At four o'clock in the afternoon the carriages 
and horses were ordered to the door of the court-yard 
of the house, and the company retired. At sundown, 
the plantation was as quiet as if its peace had never 
been disturbed. </p>
        </div2>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER X.</head>
          <p>I HAVE before observed that the negroes of the 
cotton plantations are exceedingly superstitious; and 
they are indeed prone, beyond all other people that I 
have ever known, to believe in ghosts, and the existence 
of an infinite number of supernatural agents. No 
story of a miraculous character can be too absurd to 
obtain credit with them; and a narrative is not the 
less eagerly listened to, nor the more cautiously received, 
because it is impossible in its circumstances. 
Within a few weeks after the deaths of the two malefactors, 
to whose horrible crimes were awarded equally 
horrible punishments, the forest that had been the 
scene of these bloody deeds was reported and believed 
to be visited at night by beings of unearthly make, 
whose groans and death-struggles were heard in the 
darkest recesses of the woods, amidst the flapping of 
the wings of vultures, the fluttering of carrion crows, 
and the dismal croaking of ravens. In the midst of 
this nocturnal din, the noise caused by the tearing of 
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the flesh from the bones was heard, and the panting 
breath of the agonized sufferer, quivering under the 
beaks of his tormentors, as they consumed his vitals, 
floated audibly upon the evening breeze. </p>
          <p>The murdered lady was also seen walking by moonlight, 
near the spot where she had been dragged from 
her horse, wrapped in a blood-stained mantle, overhung 
with gory and dishevelled locks. </p>
          <p>The little island in the swamp was said to present 
spectacles too horrid for human eyes to look upon, and 
sounds were heard to issue from it which no human 
ear could bear. Terrific and ghastly fires were seen 
to burst up, at midnight, amongst the evergreens that 
clad this lonely spot, emitting scents too suffocating 
and sickly to be endured; whilst demoniac yells, 
shouts of despair and groans of agony, mingled their 
echos in the solitude of the woods.</p>
          <p>Whilst I remained in this neighborhood, no colored 
person ever traveled this road alone after night-fall; 
and many white men would have ridden ten miles 
round the country to avoid the passage of the ridge 
road, after dark. Generations must pass away before 
the tradition of this place will be forgotten; and many 
a year will open and close, before the last face will be 
pale, or the last heart beat, as the twilight traveler 
skirts the borders of the Murderer's Swamp.</p>
          <p>We had allowances of meat distributed to all the 
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people twice this fall - once when we had finished the 
saving the fodder, and again soon after the murder of 
the young lady. The first time we had beef, such as 
I had driven from the woods when I went to the alligator 
pond; but now we had two hogs given to us, 
which weighed, one a hundred and thirty, and the 
other a hundred and fifty-six pounds. This was very 
good pork, and I received a pound and a quarter as 
my share of it. This was the first pork that I had 
tasted in Carolina, and it afforded a real feast. We 
had, in our family, full seven pounds of good fat meat; 
and as we now had plenty of sweet potatoes, both in 
our gardens and in our weekly allowance, we had on 
the Sunday following the funeral, as good a dinner of 
stewed pork and potatoes as could have been found in 
all Carolina. We did not eat all our meat on Sunday, 
but kept part of it until Tuesday, when we warmed it 
in a pot, with an addition of parsley and other herbs, 
and had another very comfortable meal. </p>
          <p>I had, by this time, become in some measure acquainted 
with the country, and began to lay and execute 
plans to procure supplies of such things as were 
not allowed me by my master. I understood various
methods of entrapping <sic>rackoons</sic>, and other wild animals 
that abounded in the large swamps of this country; 
and besides the skins, which were worth something 
for their furs, I generally procured as many 
<pb id="ball196" n="196"/>
rackoons, opossums, and rabbits, as afforded us two or 
three meals in a week. The woman with whom I lived, 
understood the way of dressing an opossum, and I was 
careful to provide one for our Sunday dinner every 
week, so long as these animals continued fat and in
good condition. </p>
          <p>All the people on the plantation did not live as well 
as our family did, for many of the men did not understand 
trapping game, and others were too indolent to 
go far enough from home to find good places for setting 
their traps. My principal trapping ground was three 
miles from home, and I went three times a week, always 
after night, to bring home my game, and keep 
my traps in good order. Many of the families in the 
quarter caught no game, and had no meat, except that 
which we received from the overseer, which averaged 
about six or seven meals in the, year. </p>
          <p>Lydia, the woman whom I have mentioned heretofore, 
was one of the women whose husbands procured 
little or nothing for the sustenance of their families, 
and I often gave her a quarter of a <sic>rackoon</sic> or a small 
opossum, for which she appeared very thankful. 
Her health was not good - she had a bad cough, and often 
told me she was feverish and restless at night. It 
appeared clear to me that this woman's constitution 
was broken by hardships and sufferings, and that she 
could not live long in her present mode of existence. 
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Her husband, a native of a country far in the interior 
of Africa, said he had been a priest in his own nation, 
and had never been taught to do any kind of labor, 
being supported by the contributions of the public; 
and he now maintained, as far as he could, the same 
kind of lazy indignity, that he had enjoyed at home. He 
was compelled by the overseer to work, with the other 
hands, in the field, but as soon as he had come into 
his cabin, he took his seat, and refused to give his wife 
the least assistance in doing any thing. She was consequently 
obliged to do the little work that it was necessary 
to perform in the cabin; and also to bear all 
the labor of weeding and cultivating the family patch 
or garden. The husband was a morose, sullen man, 
and said he formerly had ten wives in his own country, 
who all had to work for him, and wait upon him; and 
he thought himself badly off here, in having but one 
woman to do any thing for him. This man was very 
irritable, and often beat and otherwise maltreated his 
wife, on the slightest provocation, and the overseer refused 
to protect her, on the ground, that he never interfered 
in the family quarrels of the black people. I 
pitied this woman greatly, but as it was not in my 
power to remove her from the presence and authority 
of her husband, I thought it prudent not to say nor do 
any thing to provoke him further against her. As the 
winter approached, and the autumnal rains set in, she 
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was frequently exposed in the field, and was wet for 
several hours together; this, joined to the want of 
warm and comfortable woollen clothes, caused her to 
contract colds, and hoarseness, which increased the 
severity of her cough. A few days before Christmas, 
her child died, after an illness of only three days. I
assisted her and her husband to inter the infant - which 
was a little boy - and its father buried with it a small 
bow and several arrows; a little bag of parched meal; 
a miniature canoe, about a foot long, and a little paddle, 
(with which he said it would cross the ocean to 
his own country) a small stick, with an iron nail, sharpened, 
and fastened into one end of it; and a piece of 
white muslin, with several curious and strange figures 
painted on it in blue and red, by which, he said, his 
relations and countrymen would know the infant to be 
his son, and would receive it accordingly, on its arrival 
amongst them. </p>
          <p>Cruel as this man was to his wife, I could not but 
respect the sentiments which inspired his affection for 
his child; though it was the affection of a barbarian. 
He cut a lock of hair from his head, threw it upon the 
dead infant, and closed the grave with his own hands. 
He then told us the God of his country was looking at 
him, and was pleased with what he ha done. Thus 
ended the funeral service. </p>
          <p>As we returned home, Lydia told me she was rejoiced 
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that her child was dead, and out of a world in 
which slavery and wretchedness must have been its 
only portion. I am now, said she, ready to follow my 
child, and the sooner I go the better for me. She 
went with us to the field until the month of January, 
when, as we were returning from our work, one stormy 
and wet evening, she told me she should never pick 
any more cotton - that her strength was gone, and she 
could work no more. When we assembled, at the 
blowing of the horn, on the following morning, Lydia 
did not appear. The overseer, who had always appeared 
to dislike this woman, when he missed her, swore very 
angrily, and said he supposed she was pretending 
to be sick, but if she was he would soon cure 
her. He then stepped into his house and took some 
copperas from a little bag, and mixed it with water. 
I followed him to Lydia's cabin, where he compelled 
her to drink this solution of copperas. It caused her 
to vomit violently, and made her exceedingly sick. I 
think to this day, that this act of the overseer was the 
most inhuman of all those that I have seen perpetrated 
upon <sic>defenceless</sic> slaves. </p>
          <p>Lydia was removed that same day to the sick room, 
in a state of extreme debility and exhaustion. When 
she left this room again she was a corpse. Her disease 
was a consumption of the lungs, which terminated 
her life early in March. I assisted in carrying her to 
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the grave, which I closed upon her, and covered with 
green turf. She sleeps by the side of her infant, in a 
corner of the negro grave-yard of this plantation. 
Death was to her a welcome messenger, who came to 
remove her from toil that she could not support, and 
from misery that she could not sustain. </p>
          <p>Christmas approached, and we all expected two or 
three holidays - but we were disappointed, as only 
one was all that was allotted to us. </p>
          <p>I went to the field and picked cotton all day, for 
which I was paid by the overseer, and at night I had 
a good dinner of stewed pork and sweet potatoes. 
Such were the beginning and end of my first Christmas 
on a cotton plantation. We went to work as 
usual the next morning, and continued our labor 
through the week, as if Christmas had been stricken 
from the calendar. I had already saved and laid by a 
little more than ten dollars in money, but part of it 
had been given to me at the funeral. I was now much 
in want of clothes, none having been given me since I 
came here. I had, at the commencement of the cold 
weather, cut up my blanket, and, with the aid of 
Lydia, who was a good seamstress, converted it 
into a pair of trousers, and a long roundabout jacket; 
but this deprived me of my bed, which was imperfectly 
supplied by mats, which I mad of rushes. The mats 
were very comfortable things to lie upon, but they 
were by no means equal to blankets for covering. </p>
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          <p>A report had been current among us for some time, 
that there would be a distribution of clothes to the 
people at New-Year's day; but how much, or what 
kind of clothes we were to get no one pretended to 
know except that we were to get shoes, in conformity 
to a long-established rule of this plantation. From 
Christmas to New-Year appeared a long week to me, 
and I have no doubt that it appeared yet longer to 
some of my fellow slaves, most of whom were entirely 
barefoot. I had made moccasins for myself, of the 
skins of squirrels that I had caught in my traps, and 
by this means protected my feet from the frost, which 
was sometimes very heavy and sharp in the morning. </p>
          <p>On the first day of January, when we met at the 
blowing of the morning horn, the overseer told us we 
must all proceed to the great house, where we were to
receive our winter clothes; and surely, no order was 
ever more willingly obeyed. When we arrived at the 
house our master was up, and we were all called into 
the great court yard in front of the dwelling. The 
overseer now told us that shoes would be given to all 
those who were able to go to the field to pick cotton. 
This deprived of shoes the children, and several old 
persons, whose eye-sight was not sufficiently clear to 
enable them to pick cotton. A new blanket was then 
given to every one above seven years of age - children 
under seven received no blanket, being left to be provided 
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for by their parents. Children of this age and 
under, go entirely naked, in the day-time, and sleep 
with their mothers at night, or are wrapped up together 
in such bedding as the mother may possess. </p>
          <p>It may well be supposed, that in our society, although 
we were all slaves, and all nominally in a condition 
of the most perfect equality, yet there was in 
fact a very great difference in the manner of living, in 
the several families. Indeed, I doubt if there is as 
great a diversity in the modes of life, in the several 
families of any white village in New York or Pennsylvania, 
containing a population of three hundred 
persons, as there was in the several households of our 
quarter. This may be illustrated by the following 
circumstance: Before I came to reside in the family 
with whom I lived at this time, they seldom tasted 
animal food, or even fish, except on meat-days, as 
they were called; that is, when meat was given to
the people by the overseer, under the orders of our 
master. The head of the family was a very quiet, 
worthy man; but slothful and inactive in his habits. 
When he had come from the field at night, he seldom 
thought of leaving the cabin again before morning 
He would, and did, make baskets and mats, and earned 
some money by these means; he also did his regular 
day's work on Sunday; but all his acquirements 
were not sufficient to enable him to provide any kind 
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of meat for his family. All that his wife and children 
could do, was to provide him with work at his baskets 
and mats; and they lived even then better than some 
of their neighbors. After I came among them and 
had acquired some knowledge of the surrounding 
country, I made as many baskets and mats as he did, 
and took time to go twice a week to look at all my 
traps. </p>
          <p>As the winter passed away and spring approached, 
the proceeds of my hunting began to diminish. The 
game became scarce, and both rackoons and opossums 
grew poor and worthless. It was necessary for me to 
discover some new mode of improving the allowance 
allotted to me by the overseer. I had all my life been 
accustomed to fishing in Maryland, and I now resolved 
to resort to the water for a living; the land having 
failed to furnish me a comfortable subsistence. With 
these views, I set out one Sunday morning, early in 
February, and went to the river at a distance of three 
miles from home. From the appearance of the stream 
I felt confident that it must contain many fish; and I 
went immediately to work to make a weir. With the 
help of an axe that I had with me, I had finished before 
night the frame-work of a weir of pine sticks, 
lashed together with white oak splits. I had no 
canoe, but made a raft of dry logs, upon which I went 
to a suitable place in the river and set my weir. I 
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afterwards made a small net of twine that I bought at 
the store; and on next Thursday night I took as 
many fish from my weir as filled a half bushel measure. 
This was a real treasure - it was the most fortunate 
circumstance that had happened with me since 
I came to the country. </p>
          <p>I was enabled to show my generosity, but, like all 
mankind, even in my liberality, I kept myself in mind. 
I gave a large fish to the overseer, and took three more 
to the great house. These were the first fresh fish that 
had been in the family this season; and I was much 
praised by my master and young mistresses, for my 
skill and success in fishing; but this was all the 
advantage I received from this effort to court the favor 
of the great: - I did not even get a dram. The part
I had performed in the detection of the murderers of 
the young lady was forgotten, or at least not mentioned 
now. I went away from the house not only disappointed 
but chagrined, and thought with myself that 
if my master and young mistresses had nothing but 
words to give me for my fish, we should not carry on 
a very large traffic. </p>
          <p>On next Sunday morning, a black boy came from 
the house, and told me that our master wished to see 
me. This summons was not to be disobeyed. When 
I returned to the mansion, I went round to the kitchen, 
and sent word by one of the house-slaves that I had 
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come. The servant returned and told me, that I was 
to stay in the kitchen and get my breakfast; and 
after that to come into the house. A very good breakfast 
was sent to me from my master's table, after the 
family had finished their morning meal; and when I 
had done with my repast I went into the parlor. I 
was received with great affability by my master, who 
told me he had sent for me to know if I had been 
accustomed to fish in the place I had come from. I 
informed him that I had been employed at a fishery on 
the Patuxent, every spring, for several years; and 
that I thought I understood fishing with a seine, as 
well as most people. He then asked me if I could 
knit a seine, to which I replied in the affirmative. 
After some other questions, he told me that as the 
picking of cotton was nearly over for this season, and 
the fields must soon be ploughed up for a new crop, 
he had a thought of having a seine made, and of 
placing me at the head of a fishing party, for the purpose 
of trying to take a supply of fish for his hands. 
No communication could have been more unexpected 
than this was, and it was almost as pleasing to me as 
it was unexpected by me. I now began to hope that 
there would be some respite from the labors of the 
cotton field, and that I should not be doomed to drag 
out a dull and monotonous existence, within the confines 
of the enclosures of the plantation. </p>
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          <p>In Maryland, the fishing season was always one of 
hard labor, it is true, but also a time of joy and hilarity. 
We then had, throughout the time of fishing, 
plenty of bread, and at least bacon enough to fry our 
fish with. We had also a daily allowance of whisky, 
or brandy, and we always considered ourselves fortunate 
when we left the farm to go to the fishery. </p>
          <p>A few days after this, I was again sent for by my 
master, who told me that he had bought twine and 
ropes for a seine, and that I must set to work and knit 
it as quickly as possible; that as he did not wish the 
twine to be taken to the quarter, I must remain with 
the servants in the kitchen, and live with them while 
employed in constructing the seine. I was assisted in 
making the seine by a black boy, whom I had taught 
to work with me; and by the end of two weeks we 
had finished our job. </p>
          <p>While at work on this seine, I lived rather better 
than I had formerly done when residing at the quarter. 
We received among us - twelve in number, including 
the people who worked in the garden - the refuse of 
our master's table. In this way we procured a little 
cold meat every day; and when there were many 
strangers visiting the family, we sometimes procured 
considerable quantities of cold and broken meats.</p>
          <p>My new employment afforded me a better opportunity 
than I had hitherto possessed of making correct 
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observations upon the domestic economy of my master's 
household, and of learning the habits and modes 
of life of the persons who composed it. On a great 
cotton plantation, such as this of my master's, the
field hands, who live in the quarter, are removed so 
far from the domestic circle of their master's family, 
by their servile condition and the nature of their employment, 
that they know but little more of the transactions 
within the walls of the great house than if they 
lived ten miles off. Many a slave has been born, lived 
to old age, and died on a plantation, without ever 
having been within the walls of his master's domicile. </p>
          <p>My master was a widower; and his house was in 
charge of his sister, a maiden lady, apparently of 
fifty-five or sixty. He had six children, three sons and 
three daughters, and all unmarried; but only one of 
the sons was at home, at the time I came upon the 
estate; the other two were in some of the northern 
cities - the one studying medicine, and the other at 
college. At the time of knitting the twine, these 
young gentlemen had returned on a visit to their relations, 
and all the brothers and sisters were now on the 
place. The young ladies were all grown up, and 
marriageable; their father was known to be a man of 
great wealth, and the girls were reputed very pretty in 
Carolina; one of them, the second of the three, was 
esteemed a great beauty. </p>
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          <p>The reader might deem my young mistress' pretty 
face and graceful person altogether impertinent to the 
narrative of my own life; but they had a most material 
influence upon my fortunes, and changed the whole 
tenor of my existence. Had she been less beautiful, 
or of a temper less romantic and adventurous, I should 
still have been a slave in South Carolina, if yet alive, 
and the world would have been saved the labor of 
perusing these pages. </p>
          <p>Any one at all acquainted with southern manners, 
will at once see that my master's house possessed 
attractions which would not fail to draw within it 
numerous visiters; and that the head of such a family as 
dwelt under its roof was not likely to be without friends. </p>
          <p>I had not been at work upon the seine a week before 
I discovered, by listening to the conversation of 
my master and the other members of the family, that 
they prided themselves not a little upon the antiquity 
of their house, and the long practice of a generous 
hospitality to strangers, and to all respectable people 
who chose to visit their homestead. All circumstances 
seemed to conspire to render this house one of the chief 
seats of the fashion, the beauty, the wit, and the gallantry 
of South Carolina. Scarcely an evening came 
but it brought a carriage, and ladies and gentlemen 
and their servants; and every day brought dashing 
young planters, mounted on horseback, to dine with 
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the family; but Sunday was the day of the week on 
which the house received the greatest accession of 
company. My master and family were members of the 
Episcopal Church, and attended service every Sunday, 
when the weather was fine, at a church eight miles 
distant. Each of my young masters and mistresses 
had a saddle-horse, and in pleasant weather they 
frequently all went to church on horseback, leaving my 
old master and mistress to occupy the family carriage 
alone. I have seen fifteen or twenty young people 
come to my master's for dinner on Sunday from church; 
and very often the parson, a young man of handsome 
appearance, was among them. I had observed these 
things long before, but now I had come to live at the 
house, and became more familiar with them. Three 
Sundays intervened while I was at work upon the seine, 
and on each of these Sundays more than twenty persons, 
besides the family, dined at my master's. During 
these three weeks, my young masters were absent far 
the greater part of the time; but I observed that they 
generally came home on Sunday for dinner. My young 
mistresses were not from home much, and I believe 
they never left the plantation unless either their father 
or some one of their brothers was with them. Dinner 
parties were frequent in my master's house; 
and on these occasions of festivity, a black man, who 
belonged to a neighboring estate, and who played 
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the violin, was sent for. I observed that whenever 
this man was sent for, he came, and sometimes 
even came before night, which appeared a little singular 
to me, as I knew the difficulty that colored people 
had to encounter in leaving the estate to which they 
were attached. </p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER XI. </head>
          <p>EARLY in March, my seine being now completed, 
my master told me I must take with me three other 
black men, and go to the river to clear out a fishery. 
This task was a disagreeable job, for it was nothing less 
than dragging out of the river all the old trees and 
brush that had sunk to the bottom, within the limits 
of our intended fishing ground. </p>
          <p>My master's eldest son had been down the river, and 
had purchased two boats, to be used at the fishery; 
but when I saw them, I declared them to be totally unfit 
for the purpose. They were old batteaux, and so 
leaky that they would not have supported the weight 
of a seine and the men necessary to lay it out. I 
advised the building of two good canoes from some of 
the large yellow pines in the woods. My advice was 
accepted, and together with five other hands, I went 
to work at the canoes, which we completed in less than 
a week. </p>
          <p>So far things went pretty well, and I flattered myself 
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that I should become the head man at this new 
fishery, and have the command of the other hands. I 
also expected that I should be able to gain some advantage 
to myself, by disposing of a part of the small fish 
that might be taken at the fishery. I reckoned without 
my host.</p>
          <p>My master had only purchased this place a short 
time before he bought me. Before that time he did 
not own any place on the river, fit for the establishment 
of a fishery. His lands adjoined the river for 
more than a mile in extent, along its margin; but an 
impassable morass separated the channel of the river, 
from the firm ground, all along his lines. He had 
cleared the highest parts of this morass, or swamp, and 
had here made his rice fields; but he was as entirely 
cut off from the river, as if an ocean had separated it 
from him. </p>
          <p>On the day that we launched the canoes into the 
river, and while we were engaged in removing some 
snags and old trees that had stuck in the mud, near 
the shore, an ill-looking stranger came to us, and told 
us that our master had sent him to take charge of the 
fishery, and superintend all the work that was to be 
done at it. This man, by his contract with my master, 
was to receive a part of all the fish caught, in lieu of 
wages; and was invested with the same authority over 
us that was exercised by the overseer in the cotton field. </p>
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          <p>I soon found that I had cause to regret my removal 
from the plantation. It was found quite impossible 
to remove the old logs, and other rubbish from the 
bottom of the river, without going into the water, and 
wrenching them from their places with long handspikes. 
In performing this work we were obliged to 
wade up to our shoulders, and often to dip our very 
heads under water, in raising the sunken timber. 
However, within less than a week, we had cleared the 
ground, and now began to haul our seine. At first, 
we caught nothing but common river fish; but after two 
or three days, we began to take shad. Of the common 
fish, such as pike, perch, suckers, and others, we 
had the liberty of keeping as many as we could eat; 
but the misfortune was, that we had no pork, or fat 
of any kind, to fry them with; and for several days 
we contented ourselves with boiling them on the coals, 
and eating them with our corn bread and sweet potatoes. 
We could have lived well, if we had been permitted 
to boil the shad on the coals, and eat them, for 
a fat shad will dress itself in being broiled, and is very 
good, without any oily substance added to it. </p>
          <p>All the shad that we caught, were carefully taken 
away by a black man, who came three times every day 
to the fishery, with a cart. </p>
          <p>The master of the fishery had a family that lived 
several miles up the river. In the summer time, he 
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fished with hooks, and small nets, when not engaged 
in running turpentine, in the pine woods. In the 
winter he went back into the pine forest, and made tar 
of the dead pine trees; but returned to the river at 
the opening of the spring, to take advantage of the 
shad fishery. He was supposed to he one of the most 
skillful fishermen on the Congrace river, and my master 
employed him to superintend his new fishery, under 
an expectation, I presume, that as he was to get 
a tenth part of all the fish that might be caught, he 
would make the most of his situation. My master had 
not calculated with accuracy the force of habit, nor 
the difficulty which men experience, in conducting 
very simple affairs, of which they have no practical 
knowledge. </p>
          <p>The fish-master did very well for the interest of his 
employer for a few days; compelling us to work in 
hauling the seine, day and night, and scarcely permitting 
us to take rest enough to obtain necessary sleep. 
We were compelled to work full sixteen hours every 
day, including Sunday; for in the fishing season no 
respect is paid to Sunday by fishermen anywhere. We 
had our usual quantity of bread and potatoes, with 
plenty of common fish; but no shad came to our lot, 
nor had we anything to fry our fish with A broiled 
fresh-water fish is not very good at best, without salt 
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or oil; and after we had eaten them every day, for a 
week, we cared very little for them. </p>
          <p>By this time our fish-master began to relax in his 
discipline; not that he became more kind to us, or 
required us to do less work, but to compel us to work 
all night, it was necessary for him to sit up all night 
and watch us. This was a degree of toil and privation 
to which he could not long submit; and one evening 
soon after dark, he called me to him, and told me 
that he intended to make me overseer of the fishery 
that night; and he had no doubt I would keep the 
hands at work, and attend to the business as well 
without him as with him. He then went into his 
cabin, and went to bed; whilst I went and laid out 
the seine, and made a very good haul. We took more 
than two hundred shad at this draught; and followed 
up our work with great industry all night, only taking 
time to eat our accustomed meal at midnight. </p>
          <p>Every fisherman knows that the night is the best 
time for taking shad; and the little rest that had been 
allowed us, since we began to fish, had always been 
from eight o'clock in the morning until four in the 
afternoon; unless within that period there was an 
appearance of a school of fish in the river; when we 
had to rise, and lay out the seine, no matter at what 
hour of the day. The fish-master had been very 
severe with the hands since he came amongst us, and 
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had made very free use of a long hickory gad that he 
sometimes carried about with him; though at times 
he would relax his austerity, and talk quite familiarly 
with us, - especially with me, whom he perceived to 
have some knowledge of the business in which we were 
engaged. The truth was, that this man knew nothing 
of fishing with a seine, and I had been obliged from 
the beginning to direct the operations of laying out 
and drawing in the seine; though the master was 
always very loud and boisterous in giving his 
commands, and directing us in what part of the river 
we should let down the seine. </p>
          <p>Having never been accustomed to regular work, or 
to the pursuit of any constant course of personal 
application, the master was incapable of long continued 
exertion; and I feel certain that he could not have 
been prevailed upon to labor twelve hours each day, 
for a year, if in return he had been certain of receiving 
ten thousand dollars. Notwithstanding this, he was 
capable of rousing himself, and of undergoing any 
degree of fatigue or privation for a short time, even for a 
few days. He had not been trained to habits of industry, 
and could not bear the restraints of uniform labor. </p>
          <p>We worked hard all night, the first night of my 
superintendence, and when the sun rose the next 
morning, the master had not risen from his bed. As it 
was now the usual time of dividing the fish, I called to 
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him to come and see this business fairly done; but as 
he did not come down immediately to the landing, I 
proceeded to make the division myself, in as equitable 
a manner as I could: giving, however, a full share of 
large fish to the master. When he came down to us, 
and overlooked both the piles of fish - his own and 
that of my master - he was so well satisfied with what 
I had done, that he said, if he had known that I would 
do so well for him, he would not have risen. I was 
glad to hear this, as it led me to hope that I should 
be able to induce him to stay in his cabin during the 
greater part of the time; to do which, I was well 
assured, he felt disposed. </p>
          <p>When the night came, the master again told me he 
should go to bed, not being well, and desired me to 
do as I had done the night before. This night we 
cooked as many shad as we could all eat; but were 
careful to carry, far out into the river the scales and 
entrails of the stolen fish. In the morning I made a 
division of the fish before I called the master, and 
then went and asked him to come and see what I had 
done. He was again well pleased, and now proposed 
to us all that if we would not let the affair be known 
to our master, he would leave us to manage the fishery 
at night according to our discretion. To this proposal 
we all readily agreed, and I received authority to keep 
the other hands at work, until the master would go 
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and get his breakfast. I had now accomplished the 
object that I had held very near my heart ever since 
we began to fish at this place. </p>
          <p>From this time to the end of the fishing season, we 
all lived well, and did not perform more work than we 
were able to bear. I was in no fear of being punished 
by the fish-master, for he was now at least as much in 
my power as I was in his; for if my master had known 
the agreement that he had made with us, for the purpose 
of enabling himself to sleep all night in his cabin, 
he would have been deprived of his situation, and all 
the profits of his share of the fishery. </p>
          <p>There never can be any affinity of feeling between 
master and slave, except in some few isolated cases, 
where the master has treated his slave in such a manner 
as to have excited in him strong feelings of gratitude; 
or where the slave entertains apprehensions, 
that by the death of his master, or by being separated 
from him in any other way, he may fall under the 
power of a more tyrannical ruler, or may in some shape 
be worsted by the change. I was never acquainted 
with a slave who believed that he violated any rule of 
morality by appropriating to himself any thing that 
belonged to his master, if it was necessary to his comfort. 
The master might call it theft and brand it 
with the name of crime; but the slave reasoned differently, 
when he took a portion of his master's goods, 
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to satisfy his hunger, keep himself warm, or to gratify 
his passion for luxurious enjoyment. </p>
          <p>The slave sees his master residing in a spacious 
mansion, riding in a fine carriage, and dressed in costly 
clothes, and attributes the possession of all these 
enjoyments to his own labor; whilst he who is the cause of 
so much gratification and pleasure to another, is himself 
deprived of even the necessary accommodations of 
human life. Ignorant men do not and cannot reason 
logically; and in tracing things from cause to effect, 
the slave attributes all that he sees in possession of 
his master to his own toil, without taking the trouble
to examine how far the skill, judgment, and economy 
of his master may have contributed to the accumulation 
of the wealth by which his residence is surrounded. 
There is, in fact, a mutual dependence between 
the master and his slave. The former could not acquire 
any thing without the labor of the latter, and the 
latter would always remain in poverty without the 
judgment of the former in directing labor to a definite 
and profitable result. </p>
          <p>After I had obtained the virtual command of the 
fishery, I was careful to awaken the master every morning 
at sunrise, that he might be present when the 
division of the fish was made; and when the morning 
cart arrived, that the carter might not report to my 
master, that the fish-master was in bed. I had now
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become interested in preserving the good opinion of 
my master in favor of his agent. </p>
          <p>Since my arrival in Carolina I had never enjoyed a 
full meal of bacon; and now determined, if possible, 
to procure such a supply of that luxury as would enable 
me and all my fellow-slaves at the fishery to regale 
ourselves at pleasure. At this season of the year boats 
frequently passed up the river, laden with merchandise 
and goods of various kinds, among which were generally 
large quantities of salt, intended for curing fish, 
and for other purposes on the plantations. These 
boats also carried bacon and salted pork up the river, 
for sale; but as they never moved at night, confining 
their navigation to day-light, and as none of them had 
hitherto stopped near our landing, we had not met 
with an opportunity of entering into a traffic with any 
of the boat masters. We were not always to be so 
unfortunate. One evening, in the second week of the 
fishing season, a large keel-boat was seen working up 
the river about sundown; and shortly after, came to 
for the night, on the opposite side of the river, directly 
against our landing. We had at the fishery a small 
canoe called a punt, about twelve feet long; and when 
we went to lay out the seine, for the first haul after 
night, I attached the punt to the side of the canoe, 
and when we had finished letting down the seine, I 
left the other hands to work it toward the shore and 
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ran over in the punt to the keel-boat. Upon inquiring 
of the captain if he had any bacon that he would 
exchange for shad, he said, he had a little; but, as 
the risk he would run in dealing with a slave was great, 
I must expect to pay him more than the usual price. 
He at length proposed to give me a hundred pounds 
of bacon for three hundred shad. This was at least 
twice as much as the bacon was worth; but we did 
not bargain as men generally do, where half of the 
bargain is on each side; for here the captain of the 
keel-boat settled the terms for both parties. However, 
he ran the hazard of being prosecuted for dealing with 
slaves, which is a very high offence in Carolina; and 
I was selling that which, in point of law, did not belong 
to me; but to which, nevertheless, I felt in my 
conscience that I had a better right than any other 
person. In support of the right, which I felt to be 
on my side in this case, came a keen appetite for the 
bacon, which settled the controversy, upon the question 
of the morality of this traffic, in my favor. It so 
happened, that we made a good haul with our seine 
this evening, and at the time I returned to the landing, 
the men were all on shore, engaged in drawing in the 
seine. As soon as we had taken out the fish, we 
placed three hundred of them in one of our canoes, and 
pushed over to the keel-boat, where the fish were 
counted out, and the bacon was received into our craft 
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with all possible despatch One part of this small 
trade exhibited a trait of human character which I 
think worthy of being noticed. The captain of the 
boat was a middle-aged, thin, sallow man, with long 
bushy hair; and he looked like one who valued the 
opinions of men but little. I expected that he would 
not be scrupulous in giving me my full hundred 
pounds of bacon: but in this I was mistaken; for he 
weighed the flitches with great exactness, in a pair of 
large steelyards, and gave me good weight. When 
the business was ended, and the bacon in my canoe, 
he told me, he hoped I was satisfied with him; and 
assured me, that I should find the bacon excellent. 
When I was about pushing from the boat, he told me 
in a low voice, though there was no one who could 
hear us, except his own people - that he should be 
down the river again in about two weeks, when he 
should be very glad to buy any produce that I had 
for sale; adding, “I will give you half as much for 
cotton as it is worth in Charleston, and pay you either 
in money or groceries, as you may choose. Take care, 
and do not betray yourself, and I shall be honest with 
you.” </p>
          <p>I was so much rejoiced at being in possession of a 
hundred pounds of good flitch bacon, that I had no 
room in either my head or my heart for the consideration 
of this man's notions of honesty, at the present 
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time; but paddled with all strength for our landing, 
where we took the bacon from the canoe, stowed it 
away in an old salt barrel, and safely deposited it in a 
hole dug for the purpose in the floor of my cabin.</p>
          <p>About this time, our allowance of sweet potatoes 
was withheld from us altogether, in consequence of 
the high price paid for this article by the captains of 
the keel-boats; for the purpose, as I heard, of sending 
them to New York and Philadelphia. Ever since 
Christmas we had been permitted to draw, on each 
Sunday evening, either a peck of corn, as usual, or 
half a peck of corn and half a bushel of sweet potatoes, 
at our discretion. The half a peck of corn and 
the half a bushel of potatoes was worth much more 
than a peck of corn; but potatoes wore so abundant 
this year, that they were of little value, and the saving 
of corn was an object worth attending to by a 
large planter. The boatmen now offered half a dollar 
a bushel for potatoes, and we were again restricted 
to our corn ration.</p>
          <p>Not withstanding the privation of our potatoes, we 
at the fishery lived sumptuously, although our master 
certainly believed that our fare consisted of corn-bread 
and river fish, cooked without lard or butter. It was 
necessary to be exceedingly cautious in the use of our 
bacon; and to prevent the suspicions of the master 
and others who frequented our landing, I enjoined our 
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people never to fry any of the meat, but to boil it all. 
No one can smell boiled bacon far; but fried flitch 
can be smelled a mile by a good nose. </p>
          <p>We had two meals every night, one of bacon and 
the other of fried shad, which nearly deprived us of 
all appetite for the breakfasts and dinners that we 
prepared in the daytime; consisting of cold corn-bread 
without salt, and broiled fresh water fish, without any 
sort of seasoning. We spent more than two weeks in 
this happy mode of life, unmolested by our master, 
his son, or the master of the fishery; except when the 
latter complained, rather than threatened us, because 
we sometimes suffered our seine to float too far down 
the river, and get entangled among some roots and 
brush that lay on the bottom, immediately below our 
fishing ground. We now expected, every evening, to 
see the return of the boatman who had sold us the bacon, 
and the man who was with me in the canoe at 
the time we received it, had not forgotten the invitation 
of the captain to trade with him in cotton on his 
return. My fellow-slave was a native of Virginia, as 
he told me, and had been sold and brought to Carolina 
about ten years before this time. He was a good-natured, 
kind-hearted man, and did many acts of 
benevolence to me, such as one slave is able to perform 
for another, and I felt a real affection for him; but 
he had adopted the too common rule of moral action, 
that there is no harm in a slave robbing his master. </p>
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          <p>The reader may suppose, from my account of the 
bacon, that I, too, had adopted this rule as a part of 
my creed; but I solemnly declare, that this was not 
the case, and that I never deprived any one of all the 
masters that I have served of anything against his 
consent, unless it was some kind of food; and that 
of all I ever took, I am confident, I have given away 
more than the half to my fellow-slaves, whom I knew 
to be equally needy with myself. </p>
          <p>The man who had been with me at the keel-boat 
told me one day, that he had laid a plan by which we 
could get thirty or forty dollars, if I would join him 
in the execution of his project. Thirty or forty dollars 
was a large sum of money to me. I had never possessed 
so much money at one time in my life; and I 
told him that I was willing to do anything by which 
we could obtain such a treasure. He then told me, 
that he knew where the mule and cart, that were used 
by the man who carried away our fish, were kept at 
night; and that he intended to set out on the first 
dark night, and go to the plantation - harness the mule 
to the cart - go to the cotton-gin house - put two 
bags of cotton into the cart - bring them to a thicket 
of small pines that grew on the river bank a short 
distance below the fishery, and leave them there until 
the keel-boat should return. All that he desired of 
me was, to make some excuse for his absence, to the
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other hands, and assist him to get his cotton into the 
canoe, at the coming of the boat. </p>
          <p>I disliked the whole scheme, both on account of its 
iniquity and of the danger which attended it; but my 
companion was not to be discouraged by all the 
arguments which I could use against it, and said, if I 
would not participate in it, he was determined to undertake 
it alone: provided I would not inform against 
him. To this I said nothing; but he had so often 
heard me express my detestation of one slave betraying 
another, that I presume he felt easy on that score. 
The next night but one after this conversation was 
very dark, and when we went to lay out the seine 
after night, Nero was missing. The other people inquired 
of me if I knew where he was, and when I replied 
in the negative, little more was said on the subject; 
it being common for the slaves to absent themselves 
from their habitations at night, and if the matter 
is not discovered by the overseer or master, nothing is 
ever said of it by the slaves. The other people supposed 
that, in this instance, Nero had gone to see a 
woman whom he lived with as his wife, on a plantation 
a few miles down the river; and were willing to 
work a little harder to permit him to enjoy the pleasure 
of seeing his family. He returned before day, 
and said he had been to see his wife, which satisfied 
the curiosity of our companions. The very next evening 
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after Nero's absence, the keel-boat descended the 
river, came down on our side, hailed us at the fishery, 
and, drawing in to the shore below our landing, made 
her ropes fast among, the young pines of which I have 
spoken above. After we made our first haul, I missed 
Nero; but he returned to us before we had laid out 
the seine, and told us that he had been in the woods 
to collect some <hi rend="italics">light-wood</hi> - dry, resinous pine - which 
he brought on his shoulder. When the morning came, 
the keel-boat was gone, and every thing wore the ordinary 
aspect about our fishery; but when the man came 
with the mule and the cart to take away the fish, he 
told us that there was great trouble on the plantation. 
The overseer had discovered that some one had stolen 
two bags of cotton the last night, and all the hands 
were undergoing an examination on the subject. The 
slaves on the plantation, one and all, denied having 
any knowledge of the matter, and, as there was no 
evidence against any one, the overseer threatened, at 
the time he left the quarter, to whip every hand on 
the estate, for the purpose of making them discover 
who the thief was. </p>
          <p>The slaves on the plantation differed in opinion as 
to the perpetrator of this theft; but the greater number 
concurred in charging it upon a free negro man, 
named Ishmael, who lived in a place called the White 
Oak Woods, and followed making ploughs and harrow 
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frames. He also made handles for hoes, and the frame 
work of cart bodies. </p>
          <p>This man was generally reputed a thief for a great 
distance round the country, and the black people 
charged him with stealing the cotton on no other 
evidence than his general bad character. The 
overseer, on the other hand, expressed his opinion 
without hesitation, which was, that the cotton had been 
stolen by some of the people of the plantation, and sold 
to a poor white man, who resided at the distance of three 
miles back in the pine woods, and was believed to have 
dealt with slaves, as a receiver of their stolen goods, 
for many years. </p>
          <p>This white man was one of a class of poor cottagers. 
The house, or cabin, in which he resided, was built 
of small poles of the yellow pine, with the bark remaining 
on them; the roof was of clap-boards of pine, and 
the chimney was made of sticks and mud, raised to 
the height of eight or ten feet. The appearance of the 
man and his wife was such as one might expect to find
in such a dwelling. The lowest poverty had, through 
life, been the companion of these poor people, of which 
their clayey complexions, haggard figures, and tattered 
garments gave the strongest proof. It appeared to me 
that the state of destitution in which these people 
lived, afforded very convincing evidence that they were 
not in possession of the proceeds of the stolen goods of 
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any person. I had often been at the cabin of this man 
in my trapping expeditions, the previous autumn and 
winter; and I believe the overseer regarded the 
circumstance, that black people often called at his house, 
as conclusive evidence that he held criminal intercourse 
with them. However this might be, the overseer determined 
to search the premises of this harmless forester, 
whom he resolved, beforehand, to treat as a guilty 
man. </p>
          <p>It being known that I was well acquainted with the 
woods in the neighborhood of the cabin, I was sent 
for, to leave the fishery, and come to assist in making 
search for the lost bags of cotton - perhaps it was also 
believed that I was in the secrets of the suspected 
house. It was not thought prudent to trust any of 
the hands on the plantation in making the intended 
search, as they were considered the principal thieves; 
whilst we, of the fishery, against whom no suspicion 
had arisen, were required to give our assistance in ferreting 
out the perpetrators of an offence of the highest 
grade that can be committed by a slave on a cotton 
estate. </p>
          <p>Before leaving the fishery, I advised the master to 
be very careful not to let the overseer, or my master 
know, that he had left us to manage the fishery at 
night, by ourselves; since, as a theft had been committed, 
it might possibly be charged upon him, if it 
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were known that he had allowed us so much liberty. 
I said this to put the master on his guard against surprise; 
and to prevent him from saying anything that 
might turn the attention of the overseer to the hands 
at the fishery; for I knew that if punishment were to 
fall amongst us, it would be quite as likely to reach the 
innocent as the guilty - besides, though I was innocent 
of the bags of cotton, I was guilty of the bacon, and, 
however I might make distinctions between the moral 
turpitude of the two cases, I knew that if discovered, 
they would both be treated alike. </p>
          <p>When I arrived at the quarter, whither I repaired, 
in obedience to the orders I received, I found the overseer 
with my master's eldest son, and a young white 
man, who had been employed to repair the cotton-gin, 
waiting for me. I observed when I came near the overseer, 
that he looked at me very attentively, and afterwards 
called my young master aside, and spoke to 
him in a tone of voice too low to be heard by me. The 
white gentlemen then mounted their horses, and set off 
by the road for the cabin of the white man. I had 
orders to take a short route, through the woods and 
across a swamp, by which I could reach the cabin as 
soon as the overseer. </p>
          <p>The attentive examination that the overseer had 
given me, caused me to feel uneasy, although I could 
not divine the cause of his scrutiny, nor of the subject 
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of the short conversation between him and my young 
master. By traveling at a rapid pace, I arrived at the 
cabin of the suspected man before the gentlemen, but 
thought it prudent not to approach it before they came 
up, lest it might be imagined that I had gone in to 
give information to the occupants of the danger that 
threatened them. </p>
          <p>Here I had a hard struggle with my conscience, 
which seemed to say to me, that I ought at once to 
disclose all I knew concerning the lost bags of cotton, 
or the purpose of saving these poor people from the 
terror that they must necessarily feel at the sight of 
those who were coming to accuse them of a great crime, 
perhaps from the afflictions and sufferings attendant 
upon a prosecution in a court of justice. These reflections 
were cut short by the arrival of the party of 
gentlemen, who passed me where I sat, at the side of 
the path, with no other notice than a simple command 
of the overseer to come on. I followed them into the 
cabin, where we found the man and his wife, with two 
little children, eating roasted potatoes. </p>
          <p>The overseer saluted this family by telling them 
that we had come to search the house for stolen cotton. 
That it was well known that he had long been dealing 
with negroes, and they were now determined to bring 
him to punishment. I was then ordered to tear up 
the floor of the cabin, whilst the overseer mounted into 
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the loft. I found nothing under the floor, and the 
overseer had no better success above. The wife was 
then advised to confess where her husband had concealed 
the cotton, to save herself from being brought 
in as a party to the affair; but this poor woman protested 
with tears that they were totally ignorant of the 
whole matter. Whilst the wife was interrogated, the 
father stood without his own door, trembling with fear, 
but, as I could perceive, indignant with rage. </p>
          <p>The overseer, who was fluent in the use of profane
language, exerted the highest degree of his vulgar 
eloquence upon these harmless people, whose only crime 
was their poverty, and whose weakness alone had invited 
the ruthless aggression of their powerful and rich 
neighbors. </p>
          <p>Finding nothing in the house, the gentlemen set out 
to scour the woods around the cabin, and commanded 
me to take the lead in tracing out tree tops and thickets, 
where it was most likely that the stolen cotton 
might be found. Our search was in vain, as I knew 
it would be beforehand; but when weary of ranging in 
the woods, the gentlemen again returned to the cabin, 
which we now found without inhabitants. The alarm 
caused by our visit, and the manner in which the gentlemen 
had treated this lonely family, had caused them 
to abandon their dwelling, and seek safety in flight 
The door of the house was closed and fastened with a 
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string to a nail in the post of the door. After calling 
several times for the fugitives, and receiving no answer, 
the door was kicked open by my young master; the 
few articles of miserable furniture that the cabin 
contained, including a bed, made of flags, were thrown
into a heap in the corner, and fire was set to the dwelling 
by the overseer. </p>
          <p>We remained until the flames had reached the roof 
of the cabin, when the gentlemen mounted their horses 
and set off for home, ordering me to return by the way 
that I had come. When we again reached the house 
of my master, several gentlemen of the neighborhood 
had assembled, drawn together by common interest 
that is felt amongst the planters to punish theft, and 
particularly a theft of cotton in the bag. My young 
master related to his neighbors, with great apparent 
satisfaction, the exploits of the morning; said he had 
routed one receiver of stolen goods out of the country, 
and that all others of his character ought to be dealt 
with in the same manner. In this opinion all the 
gentlemen present concurred, and after much conversation 
on the subject, it was agreed to call a general 
meeting for the purpose of devising the best, surest 
and most peaceful method of removing from the country 
the many white men who, residing in the district 
without property, or without interest in preserving the 
morals of the slaves, were believed to carry on an unlawful 
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and criminal traffic with the negroes, to the 
great injury of the planters in general, and of the 
masters of the slaves who dealt with the offenders in 
particular. </p>
          <p>I was present at this preliminary consultation, which 
took place at my master's cotton-gin, whither the 
gentlemen had repaired for the purpose of looking at the 
place where the cotton had been removed. So many 
cases of this forbidden traffic between the slaves and 
these “white negro dealers,” as they were termed, were 
here related by the different gentlemen, and so many 
white men were referred to by name as being concerned 
in this criminal business, that I began to suppose the 
losses of the planters in this way must be immense. 
This conference continued until I had totally forgotten 
the scrutinizing look that I had received from our overseer 
at the time I came up from the fishery in the 
morning; but the period had now come when I again 
was to be reminded of this circumstance, for on a sudden 
the overseer called me to come forward and let 
the gentlemen see me. I again felt a sort of vague 
and undefinable apprehension that no good was to grow 
out of this examination of my person, but a command 
of our overseer was not to be disobeyed. After looking 
at my face, with a kind of leer or side glance, one of 
the gentlemen, who was an entire stranger to me, and 
whom I had never before seen, said, “Boy, you appear 
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to live well; how much meat does your master allow 
you in a week?” I was almost totally confounded at 
the name of meat, and felt the blood rush to my heart, 
but nevertheless forced a sort of smile upon my face, 
and replied, “My master has been very kind to all his 
people of late, but has not allowed us any meat for 
some weeks. We have plenty of good bread, and 
abundance of river fish, which, together with the heads 
and roes of the shad that we have salted at the landing, 
makes a very excellent living for us; though if 
master would please to give us a little meat now and 
then, we should be very thankful for it.” </p>
          <p>This speech, which contained all the eloquence I 
was master of at the time, seemed to produce some 
effect in my favor; for the gentleman said nothing in 
reply, until the overseer, rising from a board on which 
he had been sitting, came close up to me and said, 
“Charles, you need not tell lies about it; you have 
been eating meat, I know you have, no negro could 
look as fat, and sleek, and black, and greasy, as you, 
if he had nothing to eat but corn bread and river chubs. 
You do not look at all as you did before you went to 
the fishery; and all the hands on the plantation have 
had as many chubs and other river fish as they could 
eat, as well as you, and yet they are as poor as snakes 
in comparison with you. Come, tell the truth, let us 
know where you get the meat that you have been 
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eating, and you shall not be whipped.” I begged the 
overseer and the other gentlemen not to ridicule or 
make sport of me, because I was a poor slave, and 
was obliged to live on bread and fresh water fish; and 
concluded this second harangue by expressing my 
thankfulness to God Almighty, for giving me such good 
health and strength as to enable me to do my work, 
and look so well as I did upon such poor fare; adding 
that if I only had as much bacon as I could eat, they 
would soon see a man of a different appearance from 
that which I now exhibited. “None of you palaver,” 
rejoined the overseer - “Why, I smell the meat in you 
this moment. Do I not see the grease as it runs out 
of you face?” I was by this time in a profuse sweat, 
caused by the anxiety of my feelings, and simply said, 
“Master sees me sweat, I suppose.” </p>
          <p>All the gentlemen present then declared, with one 
accord, that I must have been living on meat for 
a long time, as no negro, who had no meat to eat, 
could look as I did; and one of the company advised 
the overseer to whip me, and compel me to confess the 
truth. I have no doubt but this advice would have 
been practically followed, had it not been for a happy 
though dangerous suggestion of my own mind, at this 
moment. It was no other than a proposal on my 
part, that I should be taken to the landing, and if all 
the people there did not look as well and as much 
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like meat-eaters as I did, then I would agree to be 
whipped in any way the gentlemen should deem 
expedient. This offer on my part was instantly accepted 
by the gentlemen, and it was agreed among them 
that they would all go to the landing with the overseer, 
partly for the purpose of seeing me condemned 
by the judgment to which I had voluntarily chosen to 
submit myself, and partly for the purpose of seeing 
my master's new fishery. </p>
          <p>We were quickly at the landing, though four miles 
distant; and I now felt confident that I should escape 
the dangers that beset me, provided the master of the 
fishery did not betray his own negligence and lead 
himself, as well as others, into new troubles. </p>
          <p>Though on foot, I was at the landing as soon as 
the gentlemen, and was first to announce to the master 
the feats we had performed in the course of the 
day, adding, with great emphasis, and even confidence 
in my manner, “You know, master fish-master, 
whether we have had any meat to eat here or not. If 
we had meat here, would not you see it? You have 
been up with us every night, and know that we have 
not been allowed to take even shad, let alone having 
meat to eat.” The fish-master supported me in all I 
said; declared we had been good boys - had worked 
night and day, of his certain knowledge, as he had 
been with us all night and every night since we began 
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to fish. That he had not allowed us to eat anything 
but fresh water fish, and the heads and roes of the 
shad that were salted at the landing. As to meat, he 
said he was willing to be qualified on a cart-load of 
Testaments that there had not been a pound at the 
landing, since the commencement of the season, except 
that which he had in his own cabin. I had now acquired 
confidence, and desired the gentlemen to look 
at Nero and the other hands, all of whom has as much 
the appearance of bacon eaters as myself. This was 
the truth, especially with regard to one of the men, 
who was much fatter than I was. </p>
          <p>The gentlemen now began to doubt the evidence 
of their own senses, which they had held infallible 
heretofore. I showed the fine fish that we had to eat; 
cat, perch, mullets, and especially two large pikes, 
that had been caught to-day and assured them that 
upon such fare as this, men must needs get fat. I 
now perceived that victory was with me for once. All 
the gentlemen faltered, hesitated, and began to talk of 
other affairs, except the overseer, who still ran about 
the landing, swearing and scratching his head, and 
saying it was strange that we were so fat, whilst the 
hands on the plantation were as lean as sand-hill 
cranes. He was obliged to give the affair over. He 
was no longer supported by my young master and his 
companions, all of whom congratulated themselves 
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upon a discovery so useful and valuable to the planting 
interest; and all determined to provide, as soon 
as possible, a proper supply of fresh river fish for their 
hands. </p>
          <p>The two bales of cotton were never once named, 
and, I suppose, were not thought of by the gentlemen, 
when at the landing; and this was well for Nero; for 
such was the consternation and terror into which he 
was thrown by the presence of the gentlemen, and 
their inquiries concerning our eating of meat, that the 
sweat rolled off him like rain from the plant <hi rend="italics">never-wet; </hi>
his countenance was wild and haggard, and his 
knees shook like the wooden spring of a wheat-fan. 
I believe, that if they had charged him at once with 
stealing the cotton, he would have confessed the deed. </p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER XII.</head>
          <p>AFTER this the fishing season passed off without 
anything having happened, worthy of being noticed 
here. When we left the fishery and returned to the 
plantation, which was after the middle of April, the 
corn and cotton had been planted, and the latter had 
been replanted. I was set to plough, with two mules 
for my team; and having never been accustomed to 
ploughing with these animals, I had much trouble 
with them at first. My master owned more than forty 
mules, and at this season of the year, they were all at 
work in the cotton field, used instead of horses for 
drawing ploughs. Some of the largest were hitched 
single to a plough; but the smallest were coupled 
together. </p>
          <p>On the whole, the fishery had been a losing affair 
with me; for although I had lived better at the landing 
than I usually did at the plantation, yet I had 
been compelled to work all the time, by night and by 
day, including Sunday, for my master; by which I 
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had lost all that I could have earned for my own benefit, 
had I been on the plantation. I had now become 
so well acquainted with the rules of the plantation 
and the customs of the country where I lived, that I 
experienced less distress than I did at my first coming 
to the South. </p>
          <p>We now received a shad every Sunday evening with 
our peek of corn. The fish were those that I had 
caught in the spring, and were tolerably preserved. 
In addition to all this, each one of the hands now 
received a pint of vinegar every week. This vinegar 
was a great comfort to me. As the weather became 
hot, I gathered lettuce and other salads, from my 
garden in the woods; which, with the vinegar and 
bread, furnished me many a cheerful meal. The 
vinegar had been furnished to us by our master, more 
out of regard to our health than to our comfort, but 
it greatly promoted both. </p>
          <p>The affairs of the plantation now went on quietly, 
until after the cotton had been ploughed and hoed 
the first time, after replanting. The working of the 
cotton crop is not disagreeable labor - no more so than 
the culture of corn - but we were called upon to perform 
a kind of labor, than which none can be more 
toilsome to the body or dangerous to the health. </p>
          <p>I have elsewhere informed the reader that my 
master was a cultivator of rice as well as of cotton. 
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Whilst I was at the fishery in the spring, thirty acres 
of swamp land had been cleared off, ploughed and 
planted in rice. The water had now been turned off 
the plants, and the field was to be ploughed and hoed. 
When we were taken to the rice field, the weather 
was very hot, and the ground was yet muddy and wet. 
The ploughs were to be dragged through the wet soil, 
and the young rice had to be cleaned of weeds, by the 
hand, and killed up with the hoe. </p>
          <p>It is the common opinion, that no stranger can work 
a week in a rice swamp, at this season of the year, 
without becoming sick; and all the new hands, three 
in number, besides myself, were taken ill within the 
first five days after we had entered this field. The 
other three were removed to the sick room; but I did 
not go there, choosing rather to remain at the quarter, 
where I was my own master, except that the doctor, 
who called to see me, took a large quantity of blood 
from my arm, and compelled me to take a dose of 
some sort of medicine that made me very sick, and 
caused me to vomit violently. This happened on the 
second day of my illness, and from this time I recovered 
slowly, but was not able to go to the field again 
for more than a week. Here it is but justice to my 
master to say, that during all the time of my illness, 
some one came from the great house every day, to inquire 
after me, and to offer me some kind of light and 
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cool refreshment. I might have gone to the sick room 
at any time, if I had chosen to do so. </p>
          <p>An opinion generally prevails among the people of 
both colors, that the drug <hi rend="italics">copperas</hi> is very poisonous 
 - and perhaps it may be so, if taken in large quantities -
but the circumstance, that it is used in medicine, 
seems to forbid the notion of its poisonous qualities. 
I believe copperas was mingled with the potion 
the doctor gave me. Some overseers keep copperas 
by them, as a medicine, to be administered to the 
hands whenever they become sick; but this I take to 
be a bad practice, for although, in some cases, this drug 
may be very efficacious, it certainly should be administered 
by a more skillful hand than that of an overseer. 
It, however, has the effect of deterring the people 
from complaining of illness, until they are no longer 
able to work; for it is the most nauseous and sickening 
medicine that was ever taken into the stomach. 
Ignorant, or malicious overseer may, and often do, 
misapply it, as was the case with our overseer, when he 
compelled poor Lydia to take a draught of its solution. 
After the restoration of my health, I resumed my 
accustomed labor in the field, and continued it without 
intermission, until I left this plantation.</p>
          <p>We had this year, as a part of our crop, ten acres of 
indigo. This plant is worked nearly after the manner 
of rice, except that it is planted on high and dry 
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ground, whilst the rice is always cultivated in low 
swamps, where the ground may be inundated with 
water; but notwithstanding its location on dry ground, 
the culture of indigo is not less unpleasant than that 
of rice. When <sic>tne</sic> rice is ripe, and ready for the 
sickle, it is no longer disagreeable; but when the 
indigo is ripe and ready to cut, the troubles attendant 
upon it have only commenced. </p>
          <p>The indigo plant bears more resemblance to the weed 
called wild indigo, which is common in the woods of 
Pennsylvania, than to any other herb with which I am 
acquainted. </p>
          <p>The root of the indigo plant is long and slender, 
and emits a scent somewhat like that of parsley. From 
the root issues a single stem, straight, hard, and slender, 
covered with a bark, a little cracked on its surface, 
of a gray color towards the bottom, green in the middle, 
reddish at the extremity, and without the appearance 
of pith in the inside. The leaves ranged in pairs 
around the stalk, are of an oval form - smooth, soft 
to the touch, furrowed above, and of a deep green on the 
under side. The upper parts of the plant are loaded 
with small flowers, destitute of smell. Each flower 
changes into a pod, enclosing seed. </p>
          <p>This plant <sic>thives</sic> best in a rich, moist soil. The 
seeds are black, very small, and sowed in straight drills. 
This crop requires very careful culture, and must be 
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kept free from every kind of weeds and grass. It 
ripens within less than three months from the time it 
is sown. When it begins to flower, the top is cut off, 
and, as flowers appear, the plant is again pruned, 
until the end of the season. </p>
          <p>Indigo impoverishes land more rapidly than almost 
any other crop, and the plant must be gathered in 
with great caution, for fear of shaking off the valuable 
farina that lies in the leaves. When gathered, it is 
thrown into the steeping vat - a large tub filled with 
water - here it undergoes a fermentation, which, in 
twenty-four hours at farthest, is completed. A cock 
is then turned to let the water run into the second tub, 
called the mortar, or pounding tub: the steeping vat 
is then cleaned out, that fresh plants may be thrown 
in, and thus the work is continued without interruption. 
The water in the pounding tub is stirred with 
wooden buckets, with holes in their bottoms, for several 
days; and, after the sediment contained in the water 
has settled to the bottom of the tub, the water is let 
off, and the sediment, which is the indigo of commerce, 
is gathered into bags, and hung up to drain. It is 
afterwards pressed, and laid away to dry in cakes, and 
then packed in chests for market. </p>
          <p>Washing at the tubs is exceedingly unpleasant, both 
on account of the filth and the stench arising from the 
decomposition of the plants. </p>
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          <p>In the early part of June, our shad, that each one 
had been used to receive, was withheld from us, and 
we no longer received any thing but the peck of corn 
and pint of vinegar. This circumstance, in a community 
less severely disciplined than ours, might have 
procured murmurs; but to us it was only announced 
by the fact of the fish not being distributed to us on 
Sunday evening. </p>
          <p>This was considered a fortunate season by our people. 
There had been no exemplary punishment inflicted 
amongst us for several months; we had escaped 
entirely upon the occasion of the stolen bags of cotton, 
though nothing less was to have been looked for, on that 
occurrence, than a general whipping of the whole gang.</p>
          <p>There was more or less of whipping amongst us 
every week; frequently one was flogged every evening, 
over and above the punishments that followed on each 
settlement day; but these chastisements, which seldom 
exceeded ten or twenty lashes, were of little import. 
I was careful, for my own part, to conform to 
all the regulations of the plantation. </p>
          <p>When I no longer received my fish from the overseer, 
I found it necessary again to resort to my own expedients 
for the purpose of procuring something in the 
shape of animal food, to add to my bread and greens.</p>
          <p>I had, by this time, become well acquainted with 
the woods and swamps for several miles round our 
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plantation; and this being the season when the turtles 
came upon the land, to deposit their eggs, I availed 
myself of it, and going out one Sunday morning, 
caught, in the course of the day, by traveling cautiously 
around the edges of the swamps, ten snapping turtles, 
four of which were very large. As I caught these creatures, 
I tied each one with hickory bark, and hung it 
up to the bough of a tree, so that I could come and 
carry it home at my leisure. </p>
          <p>I afterwards carried my turtles home, and put them 
into a hole that I dug in the ground, four or five feet 
deep, and secured the sides by driving small pieces of 
split timber into the ground, quite round the circumference 
of the hole, the upper ends of the timber standing 
out above the ground. Into this hole I poured 
water at pleasure, and kept my turtles until I needed 
them. </p>
          <p>On the next Sunday, I again went to the swamps to 
search for turtles; but as the period of laying their 
eggs had nearly passed, I had poor success to-day, 
only taking two turtles of the species called skill-pots 
- a kind of large terrapin, with a speckled back and 
red belly.</p>
          <p>This day, when I was three or four miles from home, 
in a very solitary part of the swamps, I heard the 
sound of bells, similar to those which wagoners place 
on the shoulders of their horses. At first, the noise of 
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bells of this kind, in a place where they were so 
unexpected, alarmed me, as I could not imagine who 
or what it was that was causing these bells to ring. I 
was standing near a pond of water, and listening 
attentively; I thought the bells were moving in the 
woods, and coming toward me. I therefore crouched 
down upon the ground, under cover of a cluster of 
small bushes that were near me, and lay, not free from 
disquietude, to await the near approach of these mysterious 
bells. </p>
          <p>Sometimes they were quite silent for a minute or 
more at a time, and then again would jingle quick, 
but not loud. They were evidently approaching me; 
and at length I heard footsteps distinctly in the leaves, 
which day dry upon the ground. A feeling of horror 
seized me at this moment, for I now recollected that I 
was on the verge of the swamp, near which the 
vultures and carrion crows had mangled the living bodies 
of the two murderers; and my terror was not abated, 
when, a moment after, I saw come from behind a large 
tree the form of a brawny, famished-looking black man, 
entirely naked, with his hair matted and shaggy, his 
eyes wild and rolling, and bearing over his head something 
in the form of an arch, elevated three feet above 
his hair, beneath the top of which were suspended the 
bells, three in number, whose sound had first attracted 
my attention. Upon a closer examination of this 
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frightful figure, I perceived that it wore a collar of 
iron about its neck, with a large padlock pendant from
behind, and carried in its hand a long staff, with an 
iron spear in one end. The staff, like every thing else 
belonging to this strange spectre, was black. It slowly 
approached within ten paces of me, and stool still. </p>
          <p>The sun was now down, and the early twilight produced 
by the gloom of the heavy forest, in the midst of 
which I was, added approaching darkness to heighten 
my dismay. My heart was in my mouth; all the 
hairs of my head started from their sockets; I seemed 
to be rising from my hiding place into the open air 
in spite of myself, and I gasped for breath. </p>
          <p>The black apparition moved past me, went to the 
water and kneeled down. The forest re-echoed with 
the sound of the bells, and their dreadful peals filled 
the deepest recesses of the swamps, as their bearer 
drank the water of the pond, in which I thought I 
heard his irons hiss, when they came in contact with it 
I felt confident that I was now in the immediate presence 
of an inhabitant of a nether and fiery world, who 
had been permitted to escape, for a time, from the place 
of torment, and come to revisit the scenes of his 
former crimes. I now gave myself up for lost, without 
other aid than my own, and began to pray aloud to 
heaven to protect me. At the sound of my voice, the 
supposed evil one appeared to be scarcely less alarmed 
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than I was. He sprang to his feet, and, at a single 
bound, rushed middeep into the water, then turning, 
he besought me in a suppliant and piteous tone of 
voice to have mercy upon him, and not carry him back 
to his master. </p>
          <p>The suddenness with which we pass from the extreme 
of one passion, to the utmost bounds of another, 
is inconceivable, and must be assigned to the catalogue 
of unknown causes and effects, unless we suppose the 
human frame to be an involuntary machine, operated 
upon by surrounding objects which give it different 
and contrary impulses, as a ball is driven to and fro 
by the batons of boys, when they play in troops upon 
a common. I had no sooner heard a human voice 
than all my fears fled, as a spark that ascends from a 
heap of burning charcoal, and vanishes to nothing. </p>
          <p>I at once perceived, that the object that had well 
nigh deprived me of my reason, so far from having 
either the will or the power to injure me, was only a 
poor destitute African negro, still more wretched and 
helpless than myself. </p>
          <p>Rising from the bushes, I now advanced to the water 
side, and desired him to come out without fear, and 
to be assured that if I could render him any assistance, 
I would do it most cheerfully. As to carrying him 
back to his master, I was more ready to ask help to 
deliver me from my own, than to give aid to any one 
in forcing him back to his </p>
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          <p>We now went to a place in the forest, where the 
ground was, for some distance, clear of trees, and 
where the light of the sun was yet so strong, that 
every object could be seen. My new friend now desired 
me to look at his back, which was seamed and ridged 
with scars of the whip, and the hickory, from the pole 
of his neck to the lower extremity of the spine. The 
natural color of the skin had disappeared, and was 
succeeded by a streaked and speckled appearance of 
dusky white and pale flesh-color, scarcely any of the original 
black remaining. The skin of this man's back had been 
again and again cut away by the thong, and renewed 
by the hand of nature, until it was grown fast 
to the flesh, and felt hard and turbid. </p>
          <p>He told me his name was Paul; that he was a native 
of Congo, in Africa, that he had left an aged 
mother, a widow, at home, as also a wife and four 
children; that it had been his misfortune to fall into 
the hands of a master, who was frequently drunk, and 
whose temper was so savage, that his chief delight 
appeared to consist in whipping and torturing his 
slaves, of whom he owned near twenty; but through 
some unaccountable caprice, he had contracted a particular 
dislike against Paul, whose life he now declared 
to me was insupportable. He had then been wandering
in the woods, more than three weeks, with no other 
subsistence than the land tortoises, frogs, and other 
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reptiles that he had taken in the woods, and along 
the shores of the ponds, with the aid of his spear. He 
had not been able to take any of the turtles in the 
laying season, because the noise of his bells frightened 
them, and they always escaped to the water before he 
could catch them. He had found many eggs, which 
he had eaten raw, having no fire, nor any means of 
making fire, to cook his food. He had been afraid to 
travel much in the middle of the day, lest the sound 
of his bells should be heard by some one, who would 
make his master acquainted with the place of his 
concealment. The only periods when he ventured to go 
in search of food, were early in the morning, before 
people could have time to leave their homes and <sic>rearch </sic>
the swamp: or late in the evening, after those who 
were in pursuit of him had gone to their dwellings for 
the night. </p>
          <p>This man spoke our language imperfectly, but 
possessed a sound and vigorous understanding, and 
reasoned with me upon the propriety of destroying a life 
which was doomed to continual distress. He informed 
me that he had first run away from his master more 
than two years ago, after being whipped with long 
hickory switches until he fainted. That he concealed 
himself in a swamp, at that time, ten or fifteen miles 
from this place, for more than six months, but was 
finally betrayed by a woman whom he sometimes 
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visited; that when taken, he was again whipped until 
he was not able to stand, and had a heavy block 
of wood chained to one foot, which he was obliged to 
drag after him at his daily labor, for more than three 
months, when he found an old file, with which he cut 
the irons from his <sic>ancle</sic>, and again escaped to the 
woods, but was retaken within little more than a week 
after his flight, by two men who were looking after 
their cattle, and came upon him in the woods where 
he was asleep. </p>
          <p>On being returned to his master, he was again 
whipped, and then the iron collar that he now wore, with 
the iron rod extending from one shoulder over his 
head to the other, with the bells fastened at the top 
of the arch, were put upon him. Of these irons he 
could not divest himself, and wore them constantly 
from that time to the present. </p>
          <p>I had no instruments with me to enable me to 
release Paul from his manacles, and all I could do for 
him was to desire him to go with me to the place 
where I had left my terrapins, which I gave to him, 
together with all the eggs that I had found to-day. I 
also caused him to lie down, and having furnished 
myself with a flint-stone, (many of which lay in the 
sand near the edge of the pond) and a handful of dry 
moss, I succeeded in striking fire from the iron collar 
and made a fire of sticks, upon which he could roast 
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the terrapins and the eggs. It was now quite dark, 
and I was full two miles from my road, with no 
path to guide me towards home, but the small traces 
made in the woods by the cattle. </p>
          <p>I advised Paul to bear his misfortunes as well as he 
could, until the next Sunday, when I would return 
and bring with me a file, and other things necessary 
to the removal of his fetters. </p>
          <p>I now set out alone, to make my way home, not 
without some little feeling of trepidation, as I passed 
along in the dark shade of the pine trees, and thought 
of the terrific deeds that had been done in these woods. </p>
          <p>This was the period of the full moon, which now 
rose and cast her brilliant rays through the tops of the 
trees that overhung my way, and enveloped my path 
in a gloom more cheerless than the obscurity of total 
darkness. The path I traveled led by sinuosities 
around the margin of the swamp, and finally ended at 
the extremity of the cart-road terminating at the spot 
where David and Hardy had been given alive for food 
to vultures; and over this ground I was now obliged 
to pass, unless I chose to turn far to the left, through 
the pathless forest, and make my way to the high 
road near the spot where the lady had been torn from 
her horse. I hated the idea of acknowledging to my 
own heart, that I was a coward, and dared not look 
upon the bones of a murderer at midnight; and there 
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was little less of awe attached to the notion of visiting 
the ground where the ghost of the murdered woman 
was reported to wander in the moonbeams, than in 
visiting the scene where diabolical crimes had been 
visited by fiend-like punishment. </p>
          <p>My opinion is, that there is no one who is not at 
times subject to a sensation approaching fear, when 
placed in situations similar to that in which I found 
myself this night. I did not believe that those who 
had passed the dark line, which separates the living 
from the dead, could again return to the earth, either 
for good or for evil; but that solemn foreboding of 
the heart which directs the minds of all men to a 
contemplation of the just judgment, which a superior, and 
unknown power, holds in reservation for the deeds of 
this life, filled my soul with a dread conception of 
the unutterable woes which a righteous and unerring 
tribunal must award to the blood-stained spirits of 
the two men whose lives had been closed in such 
unspeakable torment by the side of the path I was now 
treading. </p>
          <p>The moon had risen high above the trees and shone 
with a clear and cloudless light; the whole firmament 
of heaven was radiant with the lustre of a mild and 
balmy summer evening. Save only the droppings of 
the early dew from the lofty branches of the trees into 
the water, which lay in shallow pools on my right, 
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and the light trampling of my own footsteps, the stillness 
of night pervaded the lonely wastes around me. 
But there is a deep melancholy in the sound of the 
heavy drop as it meets the bosom of the wave in a 
dense forest at night, that revives in the memory the 
recollection of the days of other years, and fills the 
heart with sadness. </p>
          <p>I was now approaching the unhallowed ground 
where lay the remains of the remorseless and guilty 
dead, who had gone to their final account, reeking in 
their sins, unatoned, unblest and unwept. Already 
I saw the bones, whitened by the rain and bleached 
in the sun, lying scattered and dispersed, a leg here 
and an arm there, while a scull with the under jaw in 
its place, retaining all its teeth, grinned a ghastly 
laugh, with its front full in the beams of the moon, 
which, falling into the vacant sockets of the eye-balls, 
reflected a pale shadow from these deserted caverns, 
and played in twinkling lustre upon the bald and 
skinless forehead. </p>
          <p>In a moment, the night-breeze agitated the leaves 
of the wood and moaned in dreary sighs through the 
lofty pine tops; the gale shook the forest in the depth 
of its solitudes: a cloud swept across the moon, and 
her light disappeared; a flock of carrion crows disturbed 
in their roosts, flapped their wings and fluttered 
over my head; and a wolf, who had been <sic>knawing</sic> 
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the dry bones, greeted the darkness with a long and 
dismal howl. </p>
          <p>I felt the blood chill in my veins, and all my joints 
shuddered, as if I had been smitten by electricity. 
At least a minute elapsed before I recovered the power 
of self-government. I hastened to fly from a place 
devoted to crime, where an evil genius presided in 
darkness over a fell assembly of howling wolves and 
blood-snuffing vultures.</p>
          <p>When I arrived at the quarter, all was quiet. The 
inhabitants of this mock-village were wrapped in 
forgetfulness; and I stole silently into my little loft and 
joined my neighbors in their repose. Experience had 
made me so well acquainted with the dangers that 
beset the life of a slave, that I determined, as a matter 
of prudence, to say nothing to any one of the adventures 
of this Sunday, but went to work on Monday 
morning, at the summons of the overseer's horn, as if 
nothing unusual had occurred. In the course of the 
week I often thought of the forlorn and desponding 
African, who had so terrified me in the woods, and 
who seemed so grateful for the succor I gave him. 
I felt anxious to become better acquainted with this 
man, who possessed knowledge superior to the common 
race of slaves, and manifested a moral courage in 
the conversation that I had with him, worthy of a 
better fate than that to which fortune had consigned 
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him. On the following Sunday, having provided myself 
with a large file, which I procured from the blacksmith's 
shop, belonging to the plantation, I again repaired 
to the place, at the side of the swamp, where 
I had first seen the figure of this ill-fated man. I expected 
that he would be in waiting for me at the appointed 
place, as I had promised him that I would 
certainly come again, at this time: but on arriving 
at the spot where I had left him, I saw no sign of any 
person. The remains of the fire I had kindled were 
here, and it seemed that the fire had been kept up for 
several days, by the quantity of ashes that lay in a 
heap, surrounded by numerous small brands. The 
impressions of human feet were thickly disposed around 
this decayed fire: and the bones of the terrapins that 
I had given to Paul, as well as the skeletons of many 
frogs, were scattered upon the ground, but there was 
nothing that showed that any one had visited this 
spot, since the fall of the last rain, which I now recollected 
had taken place on the previous Thursday. 
From this circumstance I concluded, that Paul had 
relieved himself of his irons and gone to seek concealment 
in some other place, or that his master had 
discovered his retreat and carried him back to the 
plantation.</p>
          <p>Whilst standing at the ashes I heard the croaking 
of ravens at some distance in the woods, and <sic>immedidately</sic> 
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afterwards a turkey-buzzard passed over me 
pursued by an eagle, coming from the quarter in which 
I had just heard the ravens. I knew that the eagle 
never pursued the buzzard for the purpose of preying 
upon him, but only to compel him to disgorge himself 
of his own prey for the benefit of the king of birds. I 
therefore concluded that there was some dead animal 
in my neighborhood that had called all these ravenous 
fowls together. It might be that Paul had killed a 
cow by knocking her down with a pine knot, and that 
he had removed his residence to this slaughtered animal. 
Curiosity was aroused in me, and I proceeded 
to examine the woods. </p>
          <p>I had not advanced more than two hundred yards 
when I felt oppressed by a most sickening stench, and 
saw the trees swarming with birds of prey, buzzards 
perched upon their branches, ravens sailing amongst 
their boughs, and clouds of carrion crows flitting about, 
and poising themselves in the air in a stationary position, 
after the manner of that most nauseous of all 
birds, when it perceives, or thinks it perceives, some 
object of prey. Proceeding onward, I came in view of 
a large sassafras tree, around the top of which was 
congregated a cloud of crows, some on the boughs and 
others on the wing, whilst numerous buzzards were 
sailing low and nearly skimming the ground. This 
sassafras tree had many low horizontal branches, attached 
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to one of which I now saw the cause of so vast 
an assembly of the obscene fowls of the air. The lifeless 
and putrid body of the unhappy Paul hung, suspended 
by a cord made of twisted hickory bark, passed 
in the form of a halter round the neck, and firmly 
bound to a limb of the tree. </p>
          <p>It was manifest that he had climbed the tree, 
fastened the cord to the branch, and then sprung off. - 
The smell that assailed my nostrils was too overwhelming 
to permit me to remain long in view of the dead 
body, which was much mangled and torn, though its 
identity was beyond question, for the iron collar, and 
the bells with the arch that bore them, were still in 
their place. The bells had preserved the corpse from 
being devoured; for whilst I looked at it I observed a 
crow descend upon it, and make a stroke at the face 
with its beak, but the motion that this gave to the 
bells caused them to rattle, and the bird took to flight. </p>
          <p>Seeing, that I could no longer render assistance to 
Paul, who was now beyond the reach of his master's 
tyranny, as well as of my pity, I returned without delay 
to my master's house, and going into the kitchen, 
related to the household servants that I had found a 
black man hung in the woods with bells upon him. - 
This intelligence was soon communicated to my master, 
who sent for me to come into the house to relate 
the circumstance to him. I was careful not to tell 
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that I had seen Paul before his death; and when I 
had finished my narrative, my master observed to a 
gentleman who was with him, that this was a heavy 
loss to the owner, and told me to go. </p>
          <p>Tho body of Paul was never taken down, but 
remained hanging where I had seen it until the flesh 
fell from the bones, or was torn off by the birds. I 
saw the bones hanging in the sassafras tree more than 
two months afterwards, and the last time that I was 
ever in these swamps. </p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER XIII.</head>
          <p>AN affair was now in progress, which, though the 
persons who were actors in it were far removed from 
me, had in its effects a great influence upon the fortunes 
of my life. I have informed the reader that my 
master had three daughters, and that the second of 
the sisters was deemed a great beauty. The eldest of 
the three was married about the time of which I now 
write, to a planter of great wealth, who resided near 
Columbia; but the second had formed an attachment 
to a young gentleman whom she had frequently seen 
at the church attended by my master's family As this 
young man, either from want of wealth, or proper persons 
to introduce him, had never been at my master's 
house, my young mistress had no opportunity of 
communicating to him the sentiments she entertained 
towards him, without violating the rules of modesty in 
which she had been educated. Before she would 
attempt any thing which might be deemed a violation 
of the decorum of her sex, she determined to take a 
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new method of obtaining a husband. She 
communicated to her father, my master, a knowledge 
of the whole affair, with a desire that he would invite the 
gentleman of her choice to his house. This the father 
resolutely opposed, upon the ground that the young 
man upon whom his daughter had fixed her heart was 
without property, and consequently destitute of the 
means of supporting his daughter in a style suitable 
to the rank she occupied in society. A woman in love 
is not easily foiled in her purposes; my young mistress, 
by continual entreaties, so far prevailed over the 
affections, or more probably the fears of her father, 
that he introduced the young man to his family, and 
about two months afterwards my young mistress was 
a bride; but it had been agreed amongst all the parties, 
as I understood, before the marriage, that as the 
son-in-law had no land or slaves of his own, he should 
remove with his wife to a large tract of land that 
my master owned in the new purchase in the State of 
Georgia. </p>
          <p>In the month of September, my master came to the 
quarter one evening, at the time of our return from 
the field, in company with his son-in-law, and informed 
me that he had given me, with a number of 
others of his slaves, to his daughter: and that I, with 
eight other men and two or three women, must set 
out on the next Sunday with my new master, for his 
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estate in Georgia, whither we were to go, to clear land, 
build houses, and make other improvements, necessary 
for the reception of the newly married lady, in the following 
spring. </p>
          <p>I was much pleased with the appearance and manners 
of my new master, who was a young man apparently 
about twenty-seven or eight years old, and of 
good figure. We were to take with us, in our expedition 
to Georgia, a wagon, to be drawn by six mules, 
and I was appointed to drive the team. Before we 
set off my young mistress came in person to the quarter, 
and told us that all those who were going to the 
new settlement must come to the house, where she 
furnished each of us with two full suits of clothes, one 
of coarse woollen, and the other of hempen cloth. She 
also gave a hat to each of us, and two pairs of shoes, 
with a trifle in money, and enjoined us to be good boys 
and girls, and get things ready for her, and that when 
she should come to live with us we should not be forgotten. 
The conduct of this young lady was so different 
from that which I had been accustomed to witness 
since I came to Carolina, that I considered myself 
highly fortunate in becoming her slave, and now 
congratulated myself with the idea that I should, in future, 
have a mistress who would treat me kindly, and
if I behaved well, would not permit me to want. </p>
          <p>At the time appointed we set out for Georgia, with 
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all the tools and implements necessary to the prosecution 
of a new settlement. My young master accompanied 
us, and traveled slowly for several days to enable 
me to keep up with him. We continued our 
march in this order until we reached the Savannah 
river at the town of Augusta, where my master told 
me that he was so well satisfied with my conduct, that 
he intended to leave me with the team to bring on 
the goods and the women and children; but that he 
would take the men and push on as fast as possible, 
to the new settlement, and go to work until the time 
of my arrival. He gave me directions to follow on 
and inquire for Morgan county Court House, and said 
that he would have a person ready there on my arrival 
to guide me to him and the people with him. He 
then gave me twenty dollars to buy food for the mules 
and provisions for myself and those with me, and left 
me on the high road master of myself and the team. 
I was resolved that this striking proof of confidence on 
the part of my master should not be a subject of regret 
to him, and pursued my route with the greatest 
diligence, taking care to lay out as little money as 
possible for such things as I had to buy. On the sixth 
day, in the morning, I arrived at our new settlement 
in the middle of a heavy forest of such timber as is 
common to that country, with three dollars and twenty-five 
cents in my pocket, part of the money given to 
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me at Augusta. This I offered to return, but my 
master refused to take it, and told me to keep it for 
my good conduct. I now felt assured that all my 
troubles in this world were ended, and that, in future, 
I might look forward to a life of happiness and ease, 
for I did not consider labor any hardship, if I was well 
provided with good food and clothes, and my other 
wants properly regarded. </p>
          <p>My master and the people who were with him had, 
before our arrival with the wagon, put up the logs of 
two cabins, and were engaged, when we came, in 
covering one of them with clapboards. In the course of 
the next day we completed both these cabins, with 
puncheon floors and small glass windows, the sash and 
glass for which I had brought in the wagon. We put 
up two other cabins, and a stable for the mules, and 
then began to clear land. After a few days my master 
told me he meant to go down into the settlements to 
buy provisions for the winter, and that he should 
leave me to oversee the hands, and carry on the work 
in his absence. He accordingly left us, taking with 
him the wagon and two boys, one to drive the team, 
and another to drive cattle and hogs, which he intended 
to buy and drive to our settlement. I now felt 
myself almost proprietor of our new establishment, 
and believe the men left under my charge did not 
consider me a very lenient overseer. I in truth compelled 
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them to work very hard, as I did myself. At 
the end of a week my master returned with a heavy 
load of meal and bacon, with salt and other things 
that we needed, and the day following a white man 
drove to our station several cows and more than twenty 
hogs, the greater part of which were breeders. At 
this season of the year neither the hogs nor the cattle 
required any feeding at our hands. The woods were 
full of nuts, and the grass was abundant; but we 
gave salt to our stock, and kept the hogs in a pen two 
or three days, to accustom them to the place. </p>
          <p>We now lived very differently from what we did on 
my old master's plantation. We had as much bacon 
every day as we could eat, which, together with bread 
and sweet potatoes, which we had at will, constituted 
our fare. My master remained with us more than 
two months; within which time we had cleared forty 
acres of ground, ready for the plough; but, a few days 
before Christmas, an event took place, which, in its 
consequences, destroyed all my prospects of happiness, 
and totally changed the future path of my life. A 
messenger one day came to our settlement with a letter, 
which had been forwarded in this manner, by the 
postmaster at the Court House, where the post-office 
was kept. This letter contained intelligence of the 
sudden death of my old master, and that difficulties 
had arisen in the family which required the immediate 
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attention of my young one. The letter was written 
by my mistress. My master forthwith took an account 
of the stock of provisions and other things that 
he had on hand, and putting the whole under my 
charge, gave me directions to attend to the work, and 
set off on horseback that evening; promising to return 
within one month at furthest. We never saw him
again, and heard nothing of him until late in the 
month of January, when the eldest son of my late 
master came to our settlement in company with a 
strange gentleman. The son of my late master informed 
me, to my surprise and sorrow, that my young 
master, who had brought us to Georgia, was dead; 
and that he and the gentleman with him, were 
administrators of the deceased, and had come to 
Georgia for the purpose of letting out on lease, for the 
period of seven years, our place, with all the people 
on it, including me. </p>
          <p>To me, the most distressing part of this news was 
the death of my young master, and I was still more 
sorry when I learned that he had been killed in a duel. 
My young mistress, whose beauty had drawn around 
her numerous suitors, many of whom were men of 
base minds and cowardly hearts, had chosen her 
husband, in the manner I have related, and his former 
rivals, after his return from Georgia, confederated together, 
for the dastardly purpose of revenging themselves, 
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of both husband and wife, by the murder of 
the former. </p>
          <p>In all parts of the cotton country there are numerous 
taverns, which answer the double purpose of drinking 
and gambling houses. These places are kept by 
men who are willing to abandon all pretensions to the 
character and standing of gentlemen, for the hope of 
sordid gain, and are frequented by all classes of 
planters, though it is not to be understood that all the 
planters resort to these houses. There are men of 
high and honorable virtue among the planters, who 
equally detest the mean cupidity of the men who keep 
these houses, and the silly wickedness of those who 
support them. Billiards is the game regarded as the 
most polite amongst men of education and fashion; 
but cards, dice and every kind of game, whether of 
skill or of hazard, are openly played in these sinks of 
iniquity. So far as my knowledge extends, there is 
not a single district of ten miles square, in all the 
cotton region, without at least one of these vile 
ordinaries, as they are frequently and justly termed. The 
keeping of these houses is a means of subsistence 
resorted to by men of desperate reputation, or reckless 
character, and they invite as guests all the profligate, 
the drunken, the idle, and the unwary of the surrounding 
country. In a community where the white man 
never works, except at the expense of forfeiting all 
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claim to the rank of a gentleman, and where it is beneath 
the dignity of a man to oversee the labor of his 
own plantation, the number of those who frequent 
these gaming houses may be imagined. </p>
          <p>My young master, fortunately for his own honor, 
was of those who kept aloof from the precincts of the 
tavern, unless compelled by necessary business to go 
there; but the band of conspirators, who had resolved 
on his destruction, invited him through one of their 
number, who pretended to wish to treat with him concerning 
his property, to meet them at an ordinary one 
evening. Here a quarrel was sought with him, and 
he was challenged to fight with pistols, over the table 
around which they sat. </p>
          <p>My master, who, it appears, was unable to bear the 
reproach of cowardice, even amongst fools, agreed to 
fight, and as he had no pistols with him, was presented 
with a pair belonging to one of the gang; and accepted 
their owner, as his friend, or second in the business. 
The result was as might have been expected. 
My master was killed at the first fire, by a ball which 
passed through his breast, whilst his antagonist 
escaped unharmed. </p>
          <p>A servant was immediately despatched with a 
letter to my mistress, informing her of the death of her 
husband. She was awakened in the night to read the 
letter, the bearer having informed her maid that it 
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was necessary for her to see it immediately. The 
shock drove her into a feverish delirium, from which 
she never recovered At periods, her reason resumed 
its dominion, but in the summer following, she became 
a mother, and died in child-bed, of puerperal fever. 
I obtained this account from the mouth of a black 
man, who was the traveling servant of the eldest son 
of my old master, and who was with his master at the 
time he came to visit the tenant, to whom he let his 
sister's estate in Georgia. </p>
          <p>The estate to which I was now attached, was 
advertised to be rented for the term of seven years, with 
all the stock of mules, cattle, and so forth, upon it - 
together with seventeen slaves, six of whom were too 
young to be able to work at present. The price asked, 
was one thousand dollars for the first year, and two 
thousand dollars for each of the six succeeding years; 
the tenant to be bound to clear thirty acres of land 
annually. </p>
          <p>Before the day on which the estate was to be let, 
by the terms of the advertisement, a man came up 
from the neighborhood of Savannah, and agreed to 
take the new plantation, on the terms asked. He was 
immediately put into possession of the premises, and 
from this moment, I became his slave for the term of 
seven years. </p>
          <p>Fortune had now thrown me into the power of a new 
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master, of whom, when I considered the part of the 
country from whence he came, which had always been
represented to me as distinguished for the cruelty with 
which slaves were treated in it, I had no reason to 
expect much that was good. I had indeed, from the 
moment I saw this new master, and had learned the 
place of his former residence, made up my mind to 
prepare myself for a harsh servitude; but as we are 
often disappointed for the worse, so it sometimes happens, 
that we are deceived for the better. This man 
was by no means so bad as I was prepared to find him; 
and yet, I experienced all the evils in his service, that 
I had ever apprehended; but I could never find in 
my heart to entertain a revengeful feeling towards him, 
for he was as much a slave as I was; and I believe of 
the two, the greater sufferer. Perhaps the evils he 
endured himself, made him more compassionate of the 
sorrows of others; but notwithstanding the injustice 
that was done me while with him, I could never look 
upon him as a bad man. </p>
          <p>At the time he took possession of the estate, he was 
alone, and did not let us know that he had a wife, until 
after he had been with us at least two weeks. One 
day, however, he called us together, and told us that 
he was going down the country, to bring up his family
- that he wished us to go on with the work on the 
place in the manner he pointed out; and telling the 
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rest of the hands that they must obey my orders, he 
left us. He was gone full two weeks; and when he 
returned, I had all the cleared land planted in cotton, 
corn, and sweet potatoes, and had progressed with the 
business of the plantation so much to his satisfaction, 
that he gave me a dollar, with which I bought a pair 
of new <sic>trowsers</sic> - my old ones having been worn out in 
clearing the new land, and burning logs. </p>
          <p>My master's family, a wife and one child, came with 
him; and my new mistress soon caused me to regret 
the death of my former young master, for other reasons 
than those of affection and esteem. </p>
          <p>This woman (though she was my mistress, I cannot 
call her lady,) was the daughter of a very wealthy 
planter, who resided near Milledgeville, and had several 
children besides my mistress. My master was a 
native of North Carolina - had removed to Georgia 
several years before this - had acquired some property, 
and was married to my mistress more than two years, 
when I became his slave for a term of years, as I have 
stated. I saw many families, and was acquainted with 
the moral character of many ladies while I lived in the 
South; but I must, in justice to the country, say that 
my new mistress was the worst woman I ever saw 
amongst the southern people. Her temper was as bad 
as that of a speckled viper; and her language, when 
she was enraged, was a mere vocabulary of profanity and 
virulence. </p>
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          <p>My master and mistress brought with them when 
they came twelve slaves, great and small, seven of 
whom were able to do field work. We now had on 
our new place a very respectable force; and my master 
was a man who understood the means of procuring 
a good day's work from his hands, as well as any of his 
neighbors. He was also a man who, when left to pursue 
his own inclinations, was kind and humane in his 
temper and conduct towards his people; and if he had 
possessed courage enough to whip his wife two or three 
times, as he sometimes whipped his slaves, and to compel 
her to observe a rule of conduct befitting her sex, 
I should have had a tolerable time of my servitude 
with him; and should, in all probability, have been a 
slave in Georgia until this day. Before my mistress 
came, we had meat in abundance, for my master had 
left his keys with me, and I dealt out the provisions 
to the people. </p>
          <p>Lest my master should complain of me at his return, 
or suspect that I had not been faithful to my trust, I 
had only allowed ourselves (for I fared in common 
with the others) one meal of meat in each day. We 
had several cows that supplied us with milk, and a 
barrel of molasses was among the stores of provisions. 
We had mush, sweet potatoes, milk, molasses, and 
sometimes butter for breakfast and supper, and meat 
for dinner. Had we been permitted to enjoy this fine 
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fare after the arrival of our mistress, and had she been 
a woman of kindly disposition and lady-like manners, 
I should have considered myself well off in the world; 
for I was now living in as good a country as I ever saw, 
and I much doubt if there is a better one any where. </p>
          <p>Our mistress gave us a specimen of her character on 
the first morning after her arrival amongst us, by beating 
severely, with a raw cow-hide, the black girl who 
nursed the infant, because the child cried, and could 
not be kept silent. I perceived by this that my mistress 
possessed no control over her passions; and that 
when enraged she would find some victim to pour her 
fury upon, without regard to justice or mercy. </p>
          <p>When we were called to dinner to-day, we had no 
meat, and a very short supply of bread; our meal being 
composed of badly cooked sweet potatoes, some 
bread, and a very small quantity of sour milk. From 
this time our allowance of meat was withdrawn from 
us altogether, and we had to live upon our bread, potatoes, 
and the little milk that our mistress permitted 
us to have. The most vexatious part of the new discipline 
was the distinction that was made between us, 
who were on the plantation before our mistress came 
to it, and the slaves that she brought with her. To 
these latter, she gave the best part of the sour milk, 
all the buttermilk, and I believe frequently rations of 
meat.  </p>
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          <p>We were not on our part (I mean us of the old 
stock) wholly without meat, for our master sometimes 
gave us a whole flitch of bacon at once; this he had 
stolen from his own smoke-house - I say stolen, because 
he took it without the knowledge of my mistress, and 
always charged us in the most solemn manner not to 
let her know that we had received it. She was as negligent 
of the duties of a good housewife, as she was 
arrogant in assuming the control of things not within 
the sphere of her domestic duties, and never missed 
the bacon that our master gave to us, because she had 
not taken the trouble of examining the state of the 
meat-house. Obtaining all the meat we ate by stealth, 
through our master, our supplies were not regular, 
coming once or twice a week, according to circumstances. 
However, as I was satisfied of the good intentions
of my master towards me, I felt interested in 
his welfare, and in a short time became warmly attached 
to him. He fared but little better at the hands of 
my mistress than I did, except as he ate at the same 
table with her, he always had enough of comfortable 
food; but in the matter of ill language, I believe my 
master and I might safely have put our goods together 
as a joint stock in trade, without either the one or the 
other being greatly the loser. I had secured the good 
opinion of my master, and it was perceivable by any 
one that he had more confidence in me than in any of 
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his other slaves, and often treated me as the foreman 
of his people. </p>
          <p>This aroused the indignation of my mistress, who, 
with all her ill qualities, retained a sort of selfish esteem 
for the slaves who had come with her from her father's 
estate. She seldom saw me without giving me her 
customary salutation of profanity; and she exceeded 
all other persons that I have ever known in the quickness 
and sarcasm of the jibes and jeers with which she 
seasoned her oaths. To form any fair conception of 
her volubility and scurrilous wit, it was necessary to 
hear her, more especially on Sunday morning or a 
rainy day, when the people were all loitering about 
the kitchens, which stood close round her dwelling. 
She treated my master with no more ceremony than 
she did me. Misery loves company, it is said, and I 
verily believe that my master and I felt a mutual attachment 
on account of our mutual sufferings. </p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER XIV.</head>
          <p>THE country I now lived in was new, and abounded 
with every sort of game common to a new settlement. 
Wages were high, and I could sometimes earn a dollar 
and a half a day by doing job work on Sunday. The 
price of a day's work here was a dollar. My master 
paid me regularly and fairly for all the work I did for 
him on Sunday, and I never went anywhere else to 
procure work. All his other hands were treated in the 
same way. He also gave me an old gun that had 
seen much hard service, for the stock was quite 
shattered to pieces, and the lock would not strike fire. I 
took my gun to a blacksmith in the neighborhood, and 
he repaired the lock, so that my musket was as sure 
fire as any piece need be. I found upon trial that 
though the stock and lock had been worn out, the 
barrel was none the worse for the service it had undergone. </p>
          <p>I now, for the first time in my life, became a hunter, 
in the proper sense of the word; and generally managed 
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my affairs in such a way as to get the half of 
Saturday to myself. This I did by prevailing on my 
master to set my task for the week on Monday morning. </p>
          <p>Saturday was appropriated to hunting, if I was not 
obliged to work all day, and I soon became pretty expert 
in the use of my gun. I made salt licks in the 
woods, to which the deer came at night, and I shot 
them from a seat of clapboards that was placed on the 
branches of a tree. Raccoons abounded here, and 
were of a large size, and fat at all seasons. In the 
month of April I saw the ground thickly strewed with 
nuts, the growth of the last year. I now began to 
live well, notwithstanding the persecution that my 
mistress still directed against me, and to feel myself, 
in some measure, an independent man. </p>
          <p>The temper of my mistress grew worse daily, and to 
add to my troubles, the health of my master began to 
decline, and towards the latter part of autumn he told 
me that already he felt the symptoms of approaching 
death. </p>
          <p>This was a source of much anxiety and trouble to 
me, for I saw clearly, if I ever fell under the unbridled 
dominion of my mistress, I should regret the worst 
period of my servitude in South Carolina. I was 
afraid as winter came on that my master might grow 
worse and pass away in the spring - for his disease was 
the consumption of the lungs.</p>
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          <p>We passed this winter in clearing land, after we had 
secured the crops of cotton and corn, and nothing happened 
on our plantation to disturb the usual monotony 
of the life of a slave, except that in the month of 
January, my master informed me that he intended to 
go to Savannah for the purpose of purchasing groceries, 
and such other supplies as might be required on the 
plantation, in the following season; and that he intended 
to take down a load of cotton with our wagon 
and team, and that I must prepare to be the driver.
This intelligence was not disagreeable to me, as the 
trip to Savannah would, in the first place, release me 
for a short time from the tyranny of my mistress, and 
in the second, would give me an opportunity of seeing 
a great deal of strange country. I derived a third advantage, 
in after times, from this journey, but which 
did not enter into my estimate of this affair, at that 
time.</p>
          <p>My master had not yet erected a cotton-gin on his 
place - the land not being his own - and we hauled 
our cotton, in the seed, nearly three miles to be ginned, 
for which we had to give one-fourth to the owner of 
the gin. </p>
          <p>When the time of my departure came, I loaded my 
wagon with ten bales of cotton, and set out with the 
same team of six mules that I had driven from South 
Carolina. Nothing of moment happened to me until 
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the evening of the fourth day, when we were one hundred 
miles from home. My master stopped to-night 
(for he traveled with me on his horse) at the house of 
an old friend of his; and I heard my master, in 
conversation with this gentleman, (for such he certainly 
was) give me a very good character, and tell him, 
that I was the most faithful and trusty negro that he 
had ever owned. He also said that if he lived to see 
the expiration of the seven years for which he had 
leased me, he intended to buy me. He said much 
more of me; and I thought I heard him tell his friend 
something about my mistress, but this was spoken in 
a low tone of voice, and I could not distinctly understand 
it. When I was going away in the morning with 
my team, this gentleman came out to the wagon 
and ordered one of his own slaves to help me to put 
the harness on my mules. At parting, he told me to 
stop at his house on my return and stay all night; 
and said, I should always be welcome to the use of his 
kitchen, if it should ever be my lot to travel that way 
again. </p>
          <p>I mention these trifles to show, that if there are 
hard and cruel masters in the South, there are also 
others of a contrary character. The slave-holders are 
neither more nor less than men, some of whom are 
good and very many are bad. My master and this 
gentleman were certainly of the number of the good, 
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but the contrast between them and some others that 
I have seen, was, unhappily for many of the slaves, 
very great. I shall, hereafter, refer to this gentleman, 
at whose house I now was, and shall never name him 
without honor, nor think of him without gratitude. </p>
          <p>As I traveled through the country with my team, 
my chief employment, beyond my duty of a teamster, 
was to observe the condition of the slaves on the 
various plantations by which we passed on our journey, 
and to compare things in Georgia, as I now saw them, 
with similar things in Carolina, as I had heretofore 
seen them. </p>
          <p>There is as much sameness among the various cotton 
plantations in Georgia, as there is among the various 
farms in New York or New Jersey. He who has seen 
one cotton-field has seen all the other cotton-fields, 
bating the difference that naturally results from good 
and bad soils, or good and bad culture; but the contrast 
that prevails in the treatment of the slaves, on 
different plantations, is very remarkable. We traveled 
a road that was not well provided with public 
houses, and we frequently stopped for the night at the 
private dwellings of the planters, and I observed that 
my master was received as a visitor, and treated as a 
friend in the family, whilst I was always left at the 
road with my wagon, my master supplying me with 
money to buy food for myself and my mules. </p>
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          <p>It was my practice, when we remained all night at 
these gentlemen's houses, to go to the kitchen in the 
evening, after I had fed my mules and eaten my supper, 
and pass some time in conversation with the black 
people I might chance to find there. One evening we 
halted before sundown, and I unhitched my mules at 
the road, about two hundred yards from the house of 
a planter, to which my master went to claim hospitality 
for himself.</p>
          <p>After I had disposed of my team for the night, and 
taken my supper, I went as usual to see the people of 
color in the kitchen, belonging to this plantation. The 
sun had just set when I reached the kitchen, and soon 
afterwards, a black boy came in and told the woman, 
who was the only person in the kitchen when I came 
to it, that she must go down to the overseer's house.
She immediately started, in obedience to this order, 
and not choosing to remain alone in a strange house, 
I concluded to follow the woman, and see the other 
people of this estate. When we reached the house of 
the overseer, the colored people were coming in from 
the field, and with them came the overseer, and another 
man, better dressed than overseers usually are. </p>
          <p>I stood at some distance from these gentlemen, not 
thinking it prudent to be too forward amongst strangers. 
The black people were all called together, and 
the overseer told them, that some one of them had
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stolen a fat hog from the pen, carried it to the woods, 
and there killed and dressed it; that he had that day 
found the place where the hog had been slaughtered, 
and that if they did not confess, and tell who the 
perpetrators of this theft were, they would all be whipped 
in the severest manner. To this threat, no other reply 
was made than a universal assertion of the innocence 
of the accused. They were all then ordered to lie 
down upon the ground, and expose their backs, to 
which the overseer applied the thong of his long whip, 
by turns, until he was weary. It was fortunate for 
these people, that they were more than twenty in 
number, which prevented the overseer from inflicting 
many lashes on any one of them. </p>
          <p>When the whole number had received, each in turn, 
a share of the lash, the overseer returned to the man, 
to whom he had first applied the whip, and told him 
he was certain that he knew who stole the hog; and 
that if he did not tell who the thief was, he would 
whip him all night. He then again applied the whip 
to the back of this man, until the blood flowed copiously; 
but the sufferer hid his face in his hands, and 
said not a word. The other gentleman then asked the 
overseer if he was confident this man had stolen the 
pig; and, receiving an affirmative answer, he said he 
would make the fellow confess the truth, if he would 
follow his directions. He then asked the overseer if 
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he had ever tried cat-hauling, upon an obstinate negro; 
and was told that this punishment had been heard of, 
but never practiced on this plantation. </p>
          <p>A boy was then ordered to get up, run to the house, 
and bring a cat, which was soon produced. The cat, 
which was a large gray tom-cat, was then taken by 
the well-dressed gentleman, and placed upon the bare 
back of the prostrate black man, near the shoulder, 
and forcibly dragged by the tail down the back, and 
along the bare thighs of the sufferer. The cat sunk 
his nails into the flesh, and tore off pieces of the skin 
with his teeth. The man roared with the pain of this 
punishment, and would have rolled along the ground, 
had he not been held in his place by the force of four 
other slaves, each one of whom confined a hand or a 
foot. As soon as the cat was drawn from him, the 
man said he would tell who stole the hog, and confessed 
that he and several others, three of whom were 
then holding him, had stolen the hog - killed, dressed, 
and eaten it. In return for this confession, the overseer 
said he should have another touch of the cat, which 
was again drawn along his back, not as before, from 
the head downwards, but from below the hips to the 
head. The man was then permitted to rise, and each 
of those who had been named by him as a participator 
in stealing the hog, was compelled to lie down, and 
have the cat twice drawn along his back; first downwards, 
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and then upwards. After the termination of 
this punishment, each of the sufferers was washed with 
salt water, by a black woman, and they were then all 
dismissed. This was the most excruciating punishment 
that I ever saw inflicted on black people, and, in 
my opinion, it is very dangerous; for the claws of the 
cat are poisonous, and wounds made by them are very 
subject to inflammation. </p>
          <p>During all this time, I had remained at the distance 
of fifty yards from the place of punishment, fearing 
either to advance or retreat, lest I too might excite 
the indignation of these sanguinary judges. After 
the business was over, and my feelings became a little 
more composed, I thought the voice of the gentleman 
in good clothes, was familiar to me; but I could not 
recollect who he was, nor where I had heard his voice, 
until the gentlemen at length left this place, and went 
towards the great house, and as they passed me, I 
recognized in the companion of the overseer, my old 
master, the negro trader, who had bought me in Maryland, 
and brought me to Carolina. </p>
          <p>I afterwards learned from my master that this man 
had formerly been engaged in the African slave-trade, 
which he had given up some years before, for the safer 
and less arduous business of buying negroes in the 
North, and bringing them to the South, as articles of 
merchandise, in which he had acquired a very respectable 
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fortune - had lately married in a wealthy family,
in this part of the country, and was a great planter. </p>
          <p>Two days after this, we reached Savannah, where 
my master sold his cotton, and purchased a wagon 
load of sugar, molasses, coffee, shoes, dry goods, and 
such articles as we stood in need of at home; and on 
the next day after I entered the city, I again left it, 
and directed my course up the country. In Savannah 
I saw many black men who were slaves, and who yet 
acted as freemen so far that they went out to work, 
where and with whom they pleased, received their own 
wages, and provided their own subsistence; but were 
obliged to pay a certain sum at the end of each week 
to their masters. One of these men told me that he 
paid six dollars on every Saturday evening to his master; 
and yet he was comfortably dressed, and appeared 
to live well. Savannah was a very busy place, and 
I saw vast quantities of cotton piled up on the wharves, 
but the appearance of the town itself was not much in 
favor of the people who lived in it. </p>
          <p>On my way home I traveled for several days, by a 
road different from that which we had pursued in coming 
down; and at the distance of fifty or sixty miles 
from Savannah, I passed by the largest plantation that 
I had ever seen. I think I saw at least a thousand 
acres of cotton in one field, which was all as level as a 
bowling-green. There were, as I was told, three hundred 
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and fifty hands at work in this field, picking the 
last of the cotton from the burs; and these were the 
most miserable looking slaves that I had seen in all 
my travels. </p>
          <p>It was now the depth of winter, and although the 
weather was not cold, yet it was the winter of this climate; 
and a man who lives on the Savannah river a few 
years, will find himself almost as much oppressed 
with cold, in winter there, as he would be in the same 
season of the year on the banks of the Potomac, if he 
had always resided there. </p>
          <p>These people were, as far as I could see, totally 
without shoes, and there was no such garment as a hat of 
any kind amongst them. Each person had a coarse 
blanket, which had holes cut for the arms to pass 
through, and the top was drawn up round the neck, 
so as to form a sort of loose frock, tied before with 
strings. The arms, when the people were at work,
were naked, and some of them had very little clothing 
of any kind besides this blanket frock. The appearance 
of these people afforded the most conclusive evidence 
that they were not eaters of pork, and that lent 
lasted with them throughout the year. </p>
          <p>I again staid all night, as I went home, with the 
gentleman whom I have before noticed as the friend of 
my master, who had left me soon after we quitted Savannah, 
and I saw him no more until I reached home. </p>
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          <p>Soon after my return from Savannah, an affair of a 
very melancholy character took place in the neighborhood 
of my master's plantation. About two miles from our 
residence lived a gentleman who was a bachelor, 
and who had for his housekeeper a mulatto woman. 
The master was a young man, not more than twenty-five 
years old, and the housekeeper must have been at 
least forty. She had children grown up, one of whom 
had been sold by her master, the father of the bachelor, 
since I lived here, and carried away to the West. This 
woman had acquired a most unaccountable influence 
over her young master, who lived with her as his wife, 
and gave her the entire command of his house, and of 
every thing about it. Before he came to live where he 
now did, and whilst he still resided with his father, to 
whom the woman then belonged, the old gentleman 
perceiving the attachment of his son to this female, 
had sold her to a trader, who was on his way to the 
Mississippi river, in the absence of the young man; 
but when the latter returned home, and learned what 
had been done, he immediately set off in pursuit of 
the purchaser, overtook him somewhere in the Indian 
territory, and bought the woman of him, at an advanced 
price. He then brought her back, and put her as 
his housekeeper, on the place where he now lived, 
left his father, and came to reside in person with the
woman. </p>
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          <p>On a plantation adjoining that of the gentleman 
bachelor, lived a planter, who owned a young mulatto 
man, named Frank, not more than twenty-four or five 
years old, a very smart as well as handsome fellow. -  
Frank had become as much enamored of this woman, 
who was old enough to have been his mother, as her 
master, the bachelor was; and she returned Frank's 
attachment, to the prejudice of her owner. Frank was 
in the practice of visiting his mistress at night, a 
circumstance of which her master was suspicious; and 
he forbade Frank from coming to the house. This only 
heightened the flame that was burning in the bosoms 
of the lovers; and they resolved, after many and long 
deliberations, to destroy the master. She projected 
the plot, and furnished the means for the murder, by 
taking her master's gun from the place where he usually 
kept it, and giving it to Frank, who came to the 
house in the evening, when the gentleman was taking 
his supper alone. </p>
          <p>Lucy always waited upon her master at his meals, 
and knowing his usual place of sitting, had made a 
hole between two of the logs of the house, towards 
which she knew his back would be at supper. At a 
given signal, Frank came quietly up the house, levelled 
the gun through the hole prepared for him, and 
discharged a load of buck-shot between the shoulders of 
the unsuspecting master, who sprang from his seat and 
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fell dead beside the table. This murder was not known 
in tho neighborhood until the next morning, when the 
woman herself went to a house on an adjoining plantation 
and told it. </p>
          <p>The murdered gentleman had several other slaves, 
none of whom were at home at the time of his death, 
except one man; and he was so terrified that he was 
afraid to run and alarm the neighborhood. I knew 
this man well, and believe he was afraid of the woman 
and her accomplice. I never had any doubt of his 
innocence, though he suffered a punishment, upon no 
other evidence than mere suspicion, far more terrible 
than any ordinary form of death. </p>
          <p>As soon as the murder was known to the neighboring 
gentlemen, they hastened to visit the dead body, 
and were no less expeditious in instituting inquiries 
after those who had done the bloody deed. My master 
was amongst the first who arrived at the house of 
the deceased; and in a short time, half the slaves of 
the neighboring plantations were arrested, and brought 
to the late dwelling of the dead man. For my own 
part, from the moment I heard of the murder, I had 
no doubt of its author. </p>
          <p>Silence is a great virtue when it is dangerous to 
speak; and I had long since determined never to 
advance opinions, uncalled for, in controversies between 
the white people and the slaves. Many witnesses were 
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examined by a justice of the peace, before the coroner 
arrived, but after the coming of the latter, a jury was 
called; and more than half a day was spent in asking 
questions of various black people, without the disclosure 
of any circumstance, which tended to fix the guilt 
of the murder upon any one. My master, who was present 
all this time, at last desired them to examine me, 
if it was thought that my testimony could be of any 
service in the matter, as he wished me to go home to 
attend to my work. I was sworn on the Testament 
to tell the whole truth; and stated at the commencement 
of my testimony, that I believed Frank and Lucy 
to be the murderers, and proceeded to assign the reasons 
upon which my, opinion was founded. Frank had 
not been present at this examination, and Lucy, who 
had been sworn, had said she knew nothing of the 
matter; that at the time her master was shot she had 
gone into the kitchen for some milk for his supper, and 
that on hearing the gun, she had come into the room 
at the moment he fell to the floor and expired; but 
which she opened the door and looked out, she could 
neither hear nor see any one. </p>
          <p>When Frank was brought in and made to touch 
the dead body, which he was compelled to do, because 
some said that if he was the murderer, the corpse 
would bleed at his touch, he trembled so much that I 
thought he would fall but no blood issued from the 
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wound of the dead man. This compulsory touching 
of the dead had, however, in this instance, a much more 
powerful effect, in the conviction of the criminal, than 
the flowing of any quantity of blood could have had; 
for as soon as Frank had withdrawn his hand from the 
touch of the dead, the coroner asked him, in a peremptory 
tone, as if conscious of the fact, why he had done 
this. Frank was so confounded with fear, and overwhelmed 
by this interrogatory, that he lost all self-possession, 
and cried out in a voice of despair, that 
Lucy had made him do it. </p>
          <p>Lucy, who had left the room when Frank was 
brought in, was now recalled, and confronted with 
her partner in guilt, but nothing could wring a word 
of confession from her. She persisted, that if Frank 
had murdered her master, he had done it of his own 
accord, and without her knowledge or advice. Some 
one now, for the first time, thought of making search 
for the gun of the dead man, which was not found in 
the place where he usually had kept it. Frank said 
he had committed the crime with this gun, which had 
been placed in his hands by Lucy. Frank, Lucy and 
Billy, a black man, against whom there was no evidence, 
nor cause of suspicion, except that he was in 
the kitchen at the time of the murder, were committed 
to prison in a new log-house on an adjoining plantation, 
closely confined in irons, and kept there a little 
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more than two weeks, when they were all tried before 
some gentlemen of the neighborhood, who held a 
court for that purpose. Lucy and Frank were 
condemned to be hung, but Billy was found not guilty; 
although he was not released, but kept in confinement 
until the execution of his companions, which took 
place ten days after the trial. </p>
          <p>On the morning of the execution my master told 
me, and all the rest of the people, that we must go to 
the <hi rend="italics">hanging</hi>, as it was termed by him as well as others. 
The place of punishment was only two miles from my 
master's residence, and I was there in time to get a 
good stand, near the gallows' tree, by which I was 
enabled to see all the proceedings connected with this 
solemn affair. It was estimated by my master, that 
there were at least fifteen thousand people present at 
this scene, more than half of whom were blacks; all 
the masters, for a great distance round the country, 
having permitted, or compelled their people to come 
to this <hi rend="italics">hanging</hi>. </p>
          <p>Billy was brought to the gallows with Lucy and 
Frank, but was permitted to walk beside the cart in 
which they rode. Under the gallows, after the rope 
was around her neck, Lucy confessed that the murder 
had been designed by her in the first place, and that 
Frank had only perpetrated it at her instance. She 
said she had at first intended to apply to Billy to 
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assist her in the undertaking, but had afterwards 
communicated her designs to Frank, who offered to 
shoot her master, if she would supply him with a gun, 
and let no other person be in the secret. </p>
          <p>A long sermon was preached by a white man under 
the gallows, which was only the limb of a tree, and 
afterwards an exhortation was delivered by a black 
man. The two convicts were hung together, and after 
they were quite dead, a consultation was held among 
the gentlemen as to the future disposition of Billy, 
who, having been in the house when his master was 
murdered, and not having given immediate information 
of the fact, was held to be guilty of concealing 
the death, and was accordingly sentenced to receive 
five hundred lashes. I was in the branches of a tree 
close by the place where the court was held, and distinctly 
heard its proceedings and judgment. Some 
went to the woods to cut hickories, whilst others stripped 
Billy and tied him to a tree. More than twenty 
long switches, some of them six or seven feet in 
length, had been procured, and two men applied the 
rods at the same time, one standing on each side of 
the culprit, one of them using his left hand. </p>
          <p>I had often seen black men whipped, and had always, 
when the lash was applied with great severity, 
heard the sufferer cry out and beg for mercy, but in 
this case, the pain inflicted by the double blows of the 
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hickory was so intense, that Billy never uttered so 
much as a groan; and I do not believe he breathed 
for the space of two minutes after he received the first 
strokes. He shrank his body close to the trunk of the 
tree, around which his arms and legs were lashed, 
drew his shoulders up to his head like a dying man, 
and trembled, or rather shivered, in all his members. 
The blood flowed from the commencement, and in a 
few minutes lay in small puddles at the root of the 
tree. I saw flakes of flesh as long as my finger fall 
out of the gashes in his back; and I believe he was 
insensible during all the time that he was receiving 
the last two hundred lashes. When the whole five 
hundred lashes had been counted by the person 
appointed to perform this duty, the half dead body 
was unbound and laid in the shade of the tree upon 
which I sat. The gentlemen who had done the whipping, 
eight or ten in number, being joined by their friends, 
then came under the tree and drank punch until their 
dinner was made ready, under a booth of green boughs 
at a short distance. </p>
          <p>After dinner, Billy, who had been groaning on the 
ground where he was laid, was taken up, placed in 
the cart in which Lucy and Frank had been brought 
to the gallows, and conveyed to the dwelling of his 
late master, where he was confined to the house and 
his bed more than three months, and was never worth 
much afterwards while I remained in Georgia. </p>
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          <p>Lucy and Frank, after they had been half an hour 
upon the gallows, were cut down, and suffered to drop 
into a deep hole that had been dug under them whilst 
they were suspended. As they fell, so the earth was 
thrown upon them, and the grave closed over them 
for ever. </p>
          <p>They were hung on Thursday, and the vast 
assemblage of people that had convened to witness their 
death did not leave the place altogether until the next 
Monday morning. Wagons, carts, and carriages had 
been brought upon the ground; booths and tents 
erected for the convenience and accommodation of the 
multitude; and the terrible spectacles that I have 
just described were succeeded by music, dancing, trading 
in horses, gambling, drinking, fighting, and every 
other species of amusement and excess to which the 
southern people are addicted. </p>
          <p>I had to work in the day-time, but went every night 
to witness this funeral carnival, - the numbers that 
joined in which appeared to increase, rather than 
diminish, during the Friday and Saturday that followed 
the execution. It was not until Sunday afternoon that 
the crowd began sensibly to diminish; and on Monday 
morning, after breakfast time, the last wagons left the 
ground, now trampled into dust as dry and as light as 
ashes, and the grave of the murderers was left to the 
solitude of the woods. </p>
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          <p>Certainly those who were hanged well deserved their 
punishment; but it was a very arbitrary exercise of 
power to whip a man until he was insensible, because 
he did not prevent a murder which was committed 
without his knowledge; and I could not understand 
the right of punishing him, because he was so weak or 
timorous as to refrain from the disclosure of the crime 
the moment it came to his knowledge. </p>
          <p>It is necessary for the southern people to be vigilant 
in guarding the moral condition of their slaves, 
and even to punish the intention to commit crimes, 
when that intention can be clearly proved; for such 
is the natural relation of master and slave, in by far 
the greater number of cases, that no cordiality of feeling 
can ever exist between them; and the sentiments 
that bind together the different members of society in 
a state of freedom and social equality, being absent, 
the master must resort to principles of physical restraint, 
and rules of mental coercion, unknown in another 
and a different condition of the social compact. </p>
          <p>It is a mistake to suppose that the southern planters 
could ever retain their property, or live amongst their 
slaves, if those slaves were not kept in terror of the 
punishment that would follow acts of violence and 
disorder. There is no difference between the feelings 
of the different races of men, so far as their personal 
rights are concerned. The black man is as anxious to 
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possess and to enjoy liberty as the white one would be, 
were he deprived of this inestimable blessing. It is 
not for me to say that the one is as well qualified for 
the enjoyment of liberty as the other. Low ignorance, 
moral degradation of character, and mental depravity, 
are inseparable companions; and in the breast of an 
ignorant man, the passions of envy and revenge hold 
unbridled dominion. </p>
          <p>It was in the month of April that I witnessed the 
painful spectacle of two fellow-creatures being launched 
into the abyss of eternity, and a third, being tortured 
beyond the sufferings of mere death, not for his 
crimes, but as a terror to others; and this, not to deter 
others from the commission of crimes, but to stimulate 
them to a more active and devoted performance of their 
duties to their owners. My spirits had not recovered 
from the depression produced by that scene, in which 
my feelings had been awakened in the cause of others, 
when I was called to a nearer and more immediate 
apprehension of sufferings, which, I now too clearly 
saw, were in preparation for myself. </p>
          <p>My master's health became worse continually, and 
I expected he would not survive this summer. In 
this, however, I was disappointed; but he was so ill 
that he was seldom able to come to the field, and paid 
but little attention to his plantation, or the culture of 
his crops. He left the care of the cotton field to me 
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after the month of June, and was not again out on the 
plantation before the following October; when he one 
day came out on a little Indian pony that he had used as 
his hackney, before he was so far reduced as to decline 
the practice of riding. I suffered very much this summer 
for want of good and substantial provisions, my 
master being no longer able to supply me, with his 
usual liberality, from his own meat house. I was 
obliged to lay out nearly all my other earnings, in the 
course of the summer, for bacon, to enable me to bear 
the hardship and toil to which I was exposed. My 
master often sent for me to come to the house, and 
talked to me in a very kind manner; and I believe 
that no hired overseer could have carried on the business 
more industriously than I did, until the crop was 
secured the next winter. </p>
          <p>Soon after my master was in the field, in October, 
he sent for me to come to him one day, and gave me, 
on parting, a pretty good great coat of strong drab 
cloth, almost new, which he said would be of service 
to me in the coming winter. He also gave me at 
the same time a pair of boots which he had worn half 
out, but the legs of which were quite good. This 
great coat and these boots were afterwards of great 
service to me. </p>
          <p>As the winter came on my master grew worse, and 
though he still continued to walk about the house in 
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good weather, it was manifest that he was approaching 
the close of his earthly existence. I worked very hard 
this winter. The crop of cotton was heavy, and we 
did not get it all out of the field until some time after 
Christmas, which compelled me to work hard myself, 
and cause my fellow-slaves to work hard too, in clearing 
the land that my master was bound to clear every 
year on this place. He desired me to get as much of 
the land cleared in time for cotton as I could, and to 
plant the rest with corn when cleared off. </p>
          <p>As I was now entrusted with the entire superintendence 
of the plantation by my master, who never left 
his house, it became necessary for me to assume the 
authority of an overseer of my fellow-slaves, and I not 
unfrequently found it proper to punish them with 
stripes to compel them to perform their work. At 
first I felt much repugnance against the use of the 
hickory, the only instrument with which I punished 
offenders, but the longer I was accustomed to this 
practice, the more familiar and less offensive it became 
to me; and I believe that a few years of perseverance 
and experience would have made me as inveterate a 
negro-driver as any in Georgia, though I feel conscious 
that I never should have become so hardened as to 
strip a person for the purpose of whipping, nor should 
I ever have consented to compel people to work without 
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a sufficiency of good food, if I had it in my power 
to supply them with enough of this first of comforts. </p>
          <p>In the month of February, my master became so 
weak, and his cough was so distressing, that he took 
to his bed, from which he never again departed, save
only once, before the time when he was removed to 
be wrapped in his winding-sheet. In the month 
of March, two of the brothers of my mistress came to see 
her, and remained with her until after the death of my 
master. </p>
          <p>When they had been with their sister about three 
weeks, they came to the kitchen one day when I had 
come in for my dinner, and told me that they were 
going to whip me. I asked them what they were going 
to whip me for? to which they replied, that they
thought a good whipping would be good for me, and 
that at any rate, I must prepare to take it. My mistress 
now joined us, and after swearing at me in the 
most furious manner, for a space of several minutes, 
and bestowing upon me a multitude of the coarsest 
epithets, told me that she had long owed me a whipping, 
and that I should now get it. </p>
          <p>She then ordered me to take off my shirt, (the only 
garment I had on, except a pair of old tow linen <sic>trowsers</sic>,) 
and the two brothers backed the command of 
their sister, the one by presenting a pistol at my breast, 
and the other by drawing a large club over his head 
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in the attitude of striking me. Resistance was vain, 
and I was forced to yield. My shirt being off, I was 
tied by the hands with a stout bed-cord, and being led 
to a tree, called the Pride of China, that grew in the 
yard, my hands were drawn by the rope, being passed 
over a limb, until my feet no longer touched the ground. 
Being thus suspended in the air by the rope, and my 
whole weight hanging on my wrists, I was unable to 
move any part of my person, except my feet and legs. 
I had never been whipped since I was a boy, and felt 
the injustice of the present proceeding with the utmost 
keenness; but neither justice nor my feelings 
had any influence upon the hearts of my mistress and 
her brothers, two men as cruel in temper and as 
savage in manners as herself. </p>
          <p>The first strokes of the hickory produced a sensation 
that I can only liken to streams of scalding water, 
running along my back; but after a hundred or hundred 
and fifty lashes had been showered upon me, the 
pain became less acute and piercing, but was succeeded 
by a dead and painful aching, which seemed to 
extend to my very backbone.</p>
          <p>As I hung by the rope, the moving of my legs 
sometimes caused me to turn round, and soon after they 
began to beat me I saw the pale and death-like figure 
of my master standing at the door, when my face was 
turned toward the house, and heard him, in a faint 
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voice, scarcely louder than a strong breathing, 
commanding his brother-in-law to let me go. These 
commands were disregarded, until I had received full 
three hundred lashes; and doubtlessly more would 
have been inflicted upon me, had not my master, with 
an effort beyond his strength, by the aid of a stick on 
which he supported himself, made his way to me, and
placing his skeleton form beside me as I hung, told 
his brother-in-law that if they struck another stroke 
he would send for a lawyer and have them both prosecuted 
at law. This interposition stopped the progress 
of my punishment, and after cutting me down, they 
carried my master again into the house. I was yet 
able to walk, and went into the kitchen, whither my 
mistress followed, and compelled me to submit to be 
washed in brine by a black woman, who acted as her 
cook. I was then permitted to put my shirt on, and 
to go to my bed. </p>
          <p>This was Saturday, and on the next day, when I 
awoke late in he morning, I found myself unable to 
turn over or to rise. I felt too indignant at the barbarity 
with which I had been treated to call for help 
from any one, and lay in my bed made of corn husks 
until after twelve o'clock, when my mistress came to 
me and asked me how I was. A slave must not 
manifest feelings of resentment, and I answered with 
humility, that I was very sore and unable to get up. 
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She then called a man and woman, who came and 
raised me up; but I now found that my shirt was as 
fast to my back as if it had grown there. The blood 
and bruised flesh having become incorporated with the 
substance of the linen, it formed only the outer coat 
of the great scab that covered my back. </p>
          <p>After I was down stairs, my mistress had me washed 
in warm water, and warm grease was rubbed over my 
back and sides, until the shirt was saturated with oil, 
and becoming soft, was at length separated from my 
back.  My mistress then had my back washed and 
greased, and put upon me one of my master's old 
linen shirts. She had become alarmed, and was fearful 
either that I should die, or would not be able 
to work again for a long time, and in the end, she 
lost myself, in consequence of this whipping.</p>
          <p>As soon as I was able to walk, my master sent for 
me to come to his bed-side, and told me that he was 
very sorry for what had happened; that it was not his 
fault, and that if he had been well I should never 
have been touched. Tears came in his eyes as he 
talked to me, and said that as he could not live long, 
he hoped I would continue faithful to him whilst he 
did live. This I promised to do, for I really loved my 
master; but I had already determined, that as soon 
as he was in the grave, I would attempt to escape 
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from Georgia and the cotton country, if my life should 
be the forfeiture of the attempt. </p>
          <p>As soon as I had recovered of my wounds, I again 
went to work, not in my former situation of superintendent 
of my master's plantation, for this place was 
now occupied by one of the brothers of my mistress, 
but in the woods, where my mistress had determined 
to clear a new field. After this time, I did nothing 
but grub and clear land, while I remained in Georgia, 
but I was always making preparations for my departure 
from that country. </p>
          <p>My master was an officer of militia, and had a sword 
which he wore on parade days, and at other times he 
hung it up in the room where he slept. I conceived 
an idea that this sword would be of service to me in 
the long journey that I intended to undertake. One 
evening, when I had gone in to see my master, and 
had remained standing at his bed-side some time, he 
closed his eyes as if going to sleep, and it being twilight, 
I slipped the sword from the place where it 
hung, and dropped it out of the window. I knew my 
master could never need this weapon again, but yet I 
felt some compunction of conscience at the thought 
of robbing so good a man. When I left the room, I 
took up the sword, and afterwards secreted it in a 
hollow tree in the woods, near the place at which I 
worked daily. </p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER XV. </head>
          <p>MY master died in the month of May, and I followed 
him to his grave with a heavy heart, for I felt 
that I had lost the only friend I had in the world, who 
possessed at once the power and the inclination to 
protect me against the tyranny and oppression to 
which slaves on a cotton plantation are subject. </p>
          <p>Had he lived, I should have remained with him and 
never have left him, for he had promised to purchase 
the residue of my time of my owners in Carolina; but 
when he was gone, I felt the parting of the last tie 
that bound me to the place where I then was, and my 
heart yearned for my wife and children, from whom I 
had now been separated more than four years. </p>
          <p>I held my life in small estimation, if it was to be 
worn out under the dominion of my mistress and her 
brothers, though since the death of my master she had 
greatly meliorated my condition by giving me frequent 
allowances of meat and other necessaries. I believe 
she entertained some vague apprehensions that I might 
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run away, and betake myself to the woods for a living, 
but I do not think she ever suspected that I would 
hazard the untried undertaking of attempting to make 
my way back to Maryland. My purpose was fixed, 
and now nothing could shake it. I only waited for a 
proper season of the year to commence my toilsome 
and dangerous journey. As I must of necessity procure 
my own subsistence on my march, it behoved me 
to pay regard to the time at which I took it up. </p>
          <p>I furnished myself with a fire-box, as it is called, 
that is, a tin case containing flints, steel and tinder - 
this I considered indispensable. I took the great coat 
that my master had given me, and with a coarse 
needle and thread quilted a scabbard of old cloth in 
one side of it, in which I could put my sword and 
carry it with safety. I also procured a small bag of 
linen that held more than a peck. This bag I filled 
with the meal of parched corn, grinding the corn after 
it was parched in the woods where I worked at the 
mill at night. These operations, except the grinding 
of the corn, I carried on in a small conical cabin that 
I had built in the woods. The boots that my master 
gave me, I had repaired by a Spaniard who lived in 
the neighborhood, and followed the business of a 
cobbler. </p>
          <p>Before the first of August I had all my preparations 
completed, and had matured them with so much 
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secrecy, that no one in the country, white or black, 
suspected me of entertaining any extraordinary design. 
I only waited for the corn to be ripe, and fit to be 
roasted, which time I had fixed as the period of my 
departure. I watched tho progress of the corn daily, and 
on the eighth of August I perceived, on examining 
my mistress' field, that nearly half of the ears were so 
far grown, that by roasting them, a man could easily 
subsist himself; and as I knew that this corn had 
been planted later than the most of the corn in the 
country, I resolved to take leave of the plantation and 
its tenants, for ever, on the next day. </p>
          <p>I had a faithful dog, called Trueman, and this poor 
animal had been my constant companion for more than 
four years, without ever showing cowardice or infidelity, 
but once, and that was when the panther followed us 
from the woods. I was accordingly anxious to bring 
my dog with me; but as I knew the success of my 
undertaking depended on secrecy and silence, I thought 
it safest to abandon my last friend, and engage in my 
perilous enterprise alone. On the morning of the ninth 
I went to work as usual, carrying my dinner with me, 
and worked diligently at grubbing until about one 
o'clock in the day. I now sat down and took my last 
dinner as the slave of my mistress, dividing the contents 
of my basket with my dog. After I had finished 
I tied my dog with a rope to a small tree; I set my 
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gun against it, for I thought I should be better without 
the gun than with it; tied my knapsack with my 
bag of meal on my shoulders, and then turned to take 
a last farewell of my poor dog, that stood by the tree 
to which he was bound, looking wistfully at me. When 
I approached him, he licked my hands, and then rising 
on his hind feet and placing his fore paws on my breast, 
he uttered a long howl, which thrilled through my 
heart, as if he had said, “My master, do not leave me 
behind you.”</p>
          <p>I now took to the forest, keeping, as nearly as I 
could, a North course all the afternoon. Night overtook 
me before I reached any watercourse, or any other 
object worthy of being noticed; and I lay down and 
slept soundly, without kindling a fire or, eating any 
thing. I was awake before day, and as soon as there 
was light enough to enable me to see my way, I resumed 
my journey and walked on, until about eight 
o'clock, when I came to a river, which I knew must 
be the Appalachie. I sat down on the bank of the 
river, opened my bag of meal, and made my breakfast 
of a part of its contents. I used my meal very sparingly, 
it being the most valuable treasure that I now 
possessed; though I had in my pocket three Spanish 
dollars; but in my situation, this money could not 
avail me any thing, as I was resolved not to show myself 
to any person, either white or black. After taking 
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my breakfast, I prepared to cross the river, which was 
here about a hundred yards wide, with a sluggish and 
deep current. The morning was sultry, and the thickets 
along the margin of the river teemed with insects and 
reptiles. By sounding the river with a pole, I found 
the stream too deep to be waded, and I therefore prepared 
to swim it. For this purpose I stripped myself, 
and bound my clothes on the top of my knapsack, and 
my bag of meal on the top of my clothes; then drawing
my knapsack close up to my head, I threw myself 
into the river. In my youth I had learned to swim in 
the Patuxent, and have seldom met with any person 
who was more at ease in deep water than myself. I 
kept a straight line from the place of my entrance into 
the Appalachie, to the opposite side, and when I had 
reached it, stepped on the margin of the land, and 
turned round to view the place from which I had set 
out on my aquatic passage; but my eye was arrested 
by an object nearer to me than the opposite shore. 
Within twenty feet of me, in the very line that I had 
pursued in crossing the river, a large alligator was 
moving in full pursuit of me, with his nose just above 
the surface, in the position that creature takes when 
he gives chase to his intended prey in the water. The 
alligator can swim more than twice as fast as a 
man, for he can overtake young ducks on the water; 
and had I been ten seconds longer in the river, I should 
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have been dragged to the bottom, and never again been 
heard of. </p>
          <p>Seeing that I had gained the shore, my pursuer 
turned, made two or three circles in the water close by 
me, and then disappeared. </p>
          <p>I received this admonition as a warning of the dangers 
that I must encounter in my journey to the North. 
After adjusting my clothes, I again took to the woods, 
and bore a little to the east of north; it now being
my determination to turn down the country, so as to 
gain the line of the roads by which I had come to the 
South. I traveled all day in the woods; but a short 
time before sundown, came within view of an opening 
in the forest, which I took to be cleared fields, but 
upon a closer examination, finding no fences or other 
enclosures around it, I advanced into it and found it to 
be an open savannah, with a small stream of water 
creeping slowly through it. At the lower side of the 
open space were the remains of an old beaver dam, 
the central part of which had been broken away by the 
current of the stream at the time of some flood. Around 
the margin of this former pond, I observed several decayed 
beaver lodges, and numerous stumps of small 
trees, that had been cut down for the food or fortifications 
of this industrious little nation, which had fled 
at the approach of the white man, and all its people 
were now, like me, seeking refuge in the deepest solitudes 
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of the forest, from the glance of every human 
eye. As it was growing late, and I believed I must 
now be near the settlements, I determined to encamp 
for the night, beside this old beaver dam. I again 
took my supper from my bag of meal, and made my 
bed for the night amongst the canes that grew in the 
place. This night I slept but little; for it seemed as 
if all the owls in the country had assembled in my 
neighborhood to perform a grand musical concert. - 
Their hooting and chattering commenced soon after 
dark, and continued until the dawn of day. In all 
parts of the southern country, the owls are very numerous, 
especially along the margins of streams, and in 
the low grounds with which the waters are universally 
bordered; but since I had been in the country, although 
I had passed many nights in the woods at all 
seasons of the year, I had never before heard so 
clamorous and deafening a chorus of nocturnal music. -  
With the coming of the morning I arose from my 
couch, and proceeded warily along the woods, keeping 
a continual lookout for plantations, and listening 
attentively to every noise that I heard in the trees, or 
amongst the canebrakes. When the sun had been up 
two or three hours, I saw an appearance of blue sky 
at a distance through the trees, which proved that the 
forest had been removed from a spot somewhere before 
me, and at no great distance from me; and, as I cautiously 
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advanced, I heard the voices of people in loud 
conversation. Sitting down amongst the palmetto 
plants, that grow around me in great numbers, I soon 
perceived that the people whose conversation I heard, 
were coming nearer to me. I now heard the sound of 
horses' feet, and immediately afterwards saw two men 
on horseback, with rifles on their shoulders, riding 
through the woods, and moving on a line that led them 
past me, at a distance of about fifty or sixty yards. -  
Perceiving that these men were equipped as hunters, 
I remained almost breathless for the purpose of hearing 
their conversation. When they came so near that 
I could distinguish their words, they were talking of 
the best place to take a stand for the purpose of seeing 
the deer; from which I inferred that they had sent 
men to some other point, for the purpose of rousing 
the deer with dogs. After they had passed that point 
of their way that was nearest to me, and were beginning 
to recede from me, one of them asked the other 
if he had heard that a negro had run away the day 
before yesterday, in Morgan county; to which his 
companion answered in the negative. The first then 
said he had seen an advertisement at the store, which 
offered a hundred dollars reward for the runaway, 
whose name was Charles. </p>
          <p>The conversation of these horsemen was now interrupted 
by the cry of hounds, at a distance in the woods, 
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and heightening the speed of their horses, they were 
soon out of my sight and hearing. </p>
          <p>Information of the state of the country through 
which I was traveling, was of the highest value to me; 
and nothing could more nearly interest me than a 
knowledge of the fact, that my flight was known to 
the white people, who resided round about and before 
me. It was now necessary for me to become doubly 
vigilant, and to concert with myself measures of the  
highest moment. </p>
          <p>The first resolution that I took was, that I would 
travel no more in the day-time. This was the season 
of hunting deer, and knowing that the hunters were 
under the necessity of being as silent as possible in 
the woods, I saw at a glance that they would be at 
least as likely to discover me in the forest, before I 
could see them, as I should be to see them, before I 
myself could be seen. </p>
          <p>I was now very hungry, but exceedingly loath to 
make any further breaches on my bag of meal, except
in extreme necessity. Feeling confident that there 
was a plantation within a few rods of me, I was anxious 
to have a view of it, in hope that I might find a 
corn-field upon it, from which I could obtain a supply 
of roasting ears. Fearful to stand upright, I crept 
along through the low ground, where I then was, at 
times raising myself to my knees, for the purpose of 
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obtaining a better view of things about me. In this 
way I advanced until I came in view of a high fence, 
and beyond this saw cotton, tall and flourishing, but 
no sign of corn. I crept up close to the fence, where 
I found the trunk of a large tree, that had been felled 
in clearing the field. Standing upon this, and looking 
over the plantation, I saw the tassels of corn, at 
the distance of half a mile, growing in a field which 
was bordered on one side by the wood, in which I 
stood. </p>
          <p>It was now nine or ten o'clock in the morning, and 
as I had slept but little the night before, I crept into 
the bushes, great numbers of which grew in and about 
the top of the fallen tree, and, hungry as I was, fell 
asleep. When I awoke, it appeared to me from the 
position of the sun, which I had carefully noted before 
I lay down, to be about one or two o'clock. As 
this was the time of the day when the heat is most 
oppressive, and when every one was most likely to be 
absent from the forest, I again moved, and taking a 
circuitous route at some distance from the fields, 
reached the fence opposite the corn-field, without 
having met anything to alarm me. Having cautiously 
examined everything around me, as well by the eye as 
by the ear, and finding all quiet, I ventured to cross 
the fence and pluck from the standing stalks about a 
dozen good cars of corn, with which I stole back to 
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the thicket in safety. This corn was of no use to me 
without fire to roast it; and it was equally dangerous 
to kindle fire by night as by day, the light at one time 
and the smoke at another, might betray me to those 
who I knew were ever ready to pursue and arrest me. 
“Hunger eats through stone walls,” says the proverb, 
and an empty stomach is a petitioner, whose solicitations 
cannot be refused, if there is anything to satisfy 
them with. </p>
          <p>Having regained the woods in safety, I ventured to 
go as far as the side of a swamp, which I knew to be 
at the distance of two or three hundred yards, by the 
appearance of the timber. When in the swamp, I 
felt pretty secure, but determined that I would never 
again attempt to travel in the neighborhood of a plantation 
in the daytime. </p>
          <p>When in the swamp a quarter of a mile, I collected 
some dry wood and lighted it with the aid of my 
tinder-box, flint, and steel. This was the first fire 
that I kindled on my journey, and I was careful to 
burn none but dry wood, to prevent the formation of 
smoke. Here I roasted my corn, and ate as much of 
it as I could. After my dinner I lay down and slept 
for three or four hours. When I awoke, the sun was 
scarcely visible through the tree-tops. It was evening, 
and prudence required me to leave the swamp 
before dark, lest I should not be able to find my way out.</p>
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          <p>Approaching the edge of the swamp, I watched the 
going down of tho sun, and noted the stars as they 
appeared in the heavens. I had long since learned to 
distinguish the north-star from all the other small 
luminaries of the night; and the seven pointers were 
familiar to me. These heavenly bodies were all the 
guides I had to direct me on my way, and as soon as 
the night had set in, I commenced my march through 
the woods, bearing as nearly due east as I could. </p>
          <p>I took this course for the purpose of getting down 
the country as far as the road leading from Augusta 
to Morgan County, with the intention of pursuing the
route by which I had come out from South Carolina; 
deeming it more safe to travel the high road by night, 
than to attempt to make my way at random over the 
country, guided only by the stars. I traveled all 
night, keeping the north-star on my left hand as 
nearly as I could, and passing many plantations, taking 
care to keep at a great distance from the houses. 
I think I traveled at least twenty-five miles to-night, 
without passing any road that appeared so wide, or 
so much beaten as that which I had traveled when I 
came from South Carolina. This night I passed 
through a peach orchard, laden with fine ripe fruit, 
with which I filled my pockets and hat; and before 
day, in crossing a corn-field, I pulled a supply of 
roasting-ears, with which and my peaches, I retired 
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at break of day to a large wood, into which I traveled 
more than a mile before I halted. Here, in the midst 
of a thicket of high whortleberry bushes, I encamped for 
the day. I made my breakfast upon roasted corn and 
peaches, and then lay down and slept, unmolested, 
until after twelve o'clock, when I awoke and rose up 
for the purpose of taking a better view of my quarters; 
but I was scarcely on my feet, when I was attacked 
by a swarm of hornets, that issued from a large nest 
that hung on the limb of a tree, within twenty or 
thirty feet of me. </p>
          <p>I knew that the best means of making peace with 
my hostile neighbors, was to lie down with my face to 
the ground, and this attitude I quickly took, not 
however before I had been stung by several of my 
assailants, which kept humming through the air about 
me for a long time, and prevented me from leaving 
this spot until after sundown, and after they had retired 
to rest for the night. I now commenced the 
attack on my part, and taking a handful of dry leaves, 
approached the nest, which was full as large as a half 
bushel, and thrusting the leaves into the hole at the 
bottom of the nest, through which its tenants passed 
in and out, secured the whole garrison prisoners in 
their own citadel. I now cut off the branch upon 
which the nest hung, and threw it with its contents
into my evening fire, over which I roasted a supply of 
corn for my night's journey. </p>
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          <p>Commencing my march this evening soon after nightfall, 
I traveled until about one o'clock in the morning, 
as nearly as I could estimate the time by the appearance 
of the stars, when I came upon a road which, 
from its width and beaten appearance, seemed to be 
the road to Morgan County. After traveling for a day 
or two near this road, I at last found myself at daybreak 
one morning in sight of the home of my late 
master's friend, spoken of in our journey to Savannah. 
I was desperately hungry, and the idea swayed me to 
throw myself upon his generosity and beg for food.</p>
          <p>It seemed to me that this gentleman was too benevolent 
a man to arrest and send me back to my cruel 
mistress; and yet how could I expect, or even hope, 
that a cotton planter would see a runaway slave on his 
premises, and not cause him to be taken up and sent 
home? Failing to seize a runaway slave, when he has 
him in his power, is held to be one of tho most dishonorable 
acts to which a southern planter can subject 
himself. Nor should the people of the North be surprised 
at this. Slaves are regarded, in the South, as 
the most precious of all earthly possessions; and, at 
the same time, as a precarious and hazardous kind of 
property, in the enjoyment of which the master is not 
safe. The planters may well be compared to the inhabitants 
of a national frontier, which is exposed to 
the inroads of hostile invading tribes. Where all are 
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in like danger, and subject to like fears, it is expected 
that all will be governed by like sentiments, and act 
upon like principles. </p>
          <p>I stood and looked at the house of this good planter 
for more than an hour after the sun had risen, and 
saw all the movements which usually take place on a 
cotton plantation in the morning. Long before the 
sun was up, the overseer had proceeded to the field at 
the head of the hands; the black women who attended 
to the cattle, and milked the cows, had gone to the 
cowpen with their pails; and the smoke ascended from 
the chimney of the kitchen, before the doors of the 
great house were opened, or any of the members of the 
family were seen abroad. At length two young ladies 
opened the door, and stood in the freshness of the 
morning air. These were soon joined by a brother; 
and at last I saw the gentleman himself leave the 
house and walk towards the stables, that stood at some 
distance from the house on my left. I think even now 
that it was a foolish resolution that emboldened me to 
show myself to this gentleman. It was like throwing 
one's self in the way of a lion who is known sometimes 
to spare those whom he might destroy; but I resolved 
to go and meet this planter at his stables, and tell him 
my whole story. Issuing from the woods, I crossed 
the fields unperceived by the people at the house, and 
going directly to the stables, presented myself to their 
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proprietor, as he stood looking at a fine horse in one 
of the yards. At first he did not know me, and asked 
me whose man I was. I then asked him if he did not 
remember me; and named the time when I had been 
at his house. I then told at once that I was a runaway: 
that my master was dead, and my mistress so 
cruel that I could not live with her: not omitting to 
show the scars on my back, and to give a full account 
of the manner in which they had been made. The 
gentleman stood and looked at me more than a minute, 
without uttering a word, and then said, “I will 
not betray you, but you must not stay here. It must 
not be known that you were on this plantation, and 
that I saw and conversed with you. However, as I 
suppose you are hungry, you may go to the kitchen 
and get your breakfast with my house servants.” </p>
          <p>He then set off for the house, and I followed, but 
turning into the kitchen, as he ordered me, I was soon 
supplied with a good breakfast of cold meat, warm 
bread, and as much new buttermilk as I chose to drink. 
Before I sat down to breakfast, the lady of the house 
came into the kitchen, with her two daughters, and 
gave me a dram of peach brandy. I drank this brandy, 
and was very thankful for it; but I am fully convinced 
now that it did me much more harm than good; and 
that this part of the kindness of this most excellent 
family was altogether misplaced. </p>
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          <p>Whilst I was taking my breakfast, a black man 
came into the kitchen, and gave me a dollar that he 
said his master had sent me, at the same time laying 
on the table before me a package of bread and meat, 
weighing at least ten pounds, wrapped up in a cloth. 
On delivering these things, the black man told me that 
his master desired me to quit his premises as soon as 
I had finished my breakfast. </p>
          <p>This injunction I obeyed, and within less than an 
hour after I entered this truly hospitable house, I 
quitted it forever, but not without leaving behind me 
my holiest blessings upon the heads of its inhabitants. 
It was yet early in the morning when I regained the 
woods on the opposite side of the plantation from that 
by which I had entered it. </p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER  XVI. </head>
          <p>I could not believe it possible that the white people 
whom I had just left, would give information of the 
route I had taken; but as it was possible that all who 
dwelt on this plantation might not be so pure of heart 
as were they who possessed it, I thought it prudent to 
travel some distance in the woods, before I stopped for 
the day, notwithstanding the risk of moving about in 
the open light. For the purpose of precluding the 
possibility of being betrayed, I now determined to quit 
this road, and travel altogether in the woods or through 
open fields, for two or three nights, guiding my march 
by the stars. In pursuance of this resolution, I bore 
away to the left of the high road, and traveled five or 
six miles before I stopped, going round all the fields 
that I saw in my way, and keeping them at a good 
distance from me. </p>
          <p>In the afternoon of this day it rained, and I had no 
other shelter than the boughs and leaves of a large 
magnolia tree; but this kept me tolerably dry, and as 
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it cleared away in the evening, I was able to continue 
my journey by starlight. I have no definite idea of 
the distance that I traveled in the course of this and 
the two succeeding nights, as I had no road to guide 
me, and was much perplexed by the plantations and 
houses, the latter of which I most carefully eschewed; 
but on the third night after this I encountered a danger, 
which was very nearly fatal to me. </p>
          <p>At the time of which I now speak, the moon having 
changed lately, shone until about eleven o'clock. I 
had been on my way two or three hours this evening, 
and all the world seemed to be quiet, when I entered 
a plantation that lay quite across my way. In passing 
through these fields, I at last saw the houses, and 
other improvements, and about a hundred yards from 
the house, a peach orchard, which I could distinguish 
by the faint light of the moon. This orchard was but 
little out of my way, and a quarter of a mile, as nearly 
as I could judge, from the woods. I resolved to examine 
these peach trees, and see what fruit was on 
them. Coming amongst them, I found the fruit of 
the kind called Indian peaches in Georgia. </p>
          <p>These Indian peaches are much the largest and finest 
peaches that I have ever seen, one of them oftentimes 
being as large as a common quince. I had filled all 
my pockets, and was filling my handkerchief with this 
delicious fruit, which is of deep red, when I heard the 
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loud growl of a dog toward the house, the roof of which 
I could see. I stood as still as a stone, but yet the 
dog growled on, and at length barked out. I presume 
he smelled me, for he could not hear me. In a short 
time I found that the dog was coming towards me, and 
I then started and ran as fast as I could for the woods. 
He now barked louder, and was followed by another 
dog, both making a terrible noise. I was then pretty 
light of foot, and was already close by the woods 
when the first dog overtook me. I carried a good stick 
in my hand, and with this I kept the dogs at bay, 
until I gained the fence and escaped into the woods; 
but now I heard the shouts of men encouraging the 
dogs, both of which were now up with me, and the 
men were coming as fast as they could. The dogs 
would not permit me to run, and unless I could make 
free use of my heels, it was clear that I must be taken 
in a few minutes. I now thought of my master's 
sword, which I had not removed from its quilted scabbard, 
in my great coat, since I commenced my journey. 
I snatched it from its sheath, and at a single cut laid 
open the head of the largest and fiercest of the dogs, 
from his neck to his nose. He gave a loud yell and 
fell dead on the ground. The other dog, seeing the 
fate of his companion, leaped the fence, and escaped 
into the field, where he stopped, and like a cowardly 
cur, set up a clamorous barking at the enemy he was 
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afraid to look in the face. I thought this no time to 
wait to ascertain what the men would say when they 
came to their dead dog, but made the best of my way 
through the woods, and did not stop to look behind 
me for more than an hour. In my battle with the 
dogs, I lost all my peaches, except a few that remained 
in my pockets; and in running through the woods 
I tore my clothes very badly, a disaster not easily repaired 
in my situation; but I had proved the solidity 
of my own judgment in putting up my sword as a part 
of my traveling equipage. </p>
          <p>I now considered it necessary to travel as fast as 
possible, and get as far as I could before day from the 
late battle-ground, and certainly I lost no time; but 
from the occurrences of the next day, I am of opinion 
that I had not continued in a straight line all night, 
but that I must have traveled in a circular or zigzag 
route. When a man is greatly alarmed, and in a 
strange country, he is not able to note courses, or 
calculate distances very accurately.</p>
          <p>Daylight made its appearance, when I was moving 
to the South, for the daybreak was on my left hand; 
but I immediately stopped, went into a thicket of low 
white oak bushes, and lay down to rest myself, for I 
was very weary, and soon fell asleep, and did not 
awake until it was ten or eleven o'clock. Before I fell 
asleep, I noted the course of the rising sun, from the 
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place where I lay, in pursuance of a rule that I had 
established; for by this means I could tell the time 
of day at any hour, within a short period of time, by 
taking the bearing of the sun in the heavens, from   
where I lay, and then comparing it with the place of 
his rising. </p>
          <p>When I awoke to-day, I felt hungry and after eating 
my breakfast, again lay down, but felt an unusual 
sense of disquietude and alarm. It seemed to me 
that this was not a safe place to lie in, although it 
looked as well as any other spot that I could see. I 
rose and looked for a more secure retreat, but not seeing 
any, lay down again - still I was uneasy, and could 
not lie still. Finally I determined to get up, and remove 
to the side of a large and long black log, that 
lay at the distance of seventy or eighty yards from 
me. I went to the log and lay down by it, placing 
my bundle under my head, with the intention of going 
to sleep again, if I could; but I had not been here 
more than fifteen or twenty minutes, when I heard 
the noise of men's voices, and soon after the tramping 
of horses on the ground. I lay with my back to the 
log in such a position, that I could see the place where 
I had been in the bushes. I saw two dogs go into 
this little thicket, and three horsemen rode over the 
very spot where I had lain when asleep in the morning 
and immediately horses and voices were at my back 
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around me, and over me. Two horses jumped over 
the log by the side of which I lay, one about ten feet 
from my feet, and the other within two yards from my 
head. The horses both saw me, took fright, and started 
to run; but fortunately their riders, who were probably 
looking for me in the tops of the trees, or expecting 
to see me start before them in the woods, and 
run for my life, did not see me, and attributed the 
alarm of their horses to the black appearance of the 
log, for I heard one of them say - “Our horses are 
afraid of black logs: I wonder how they would stand 
the sight of the negro if we should meet him.” </p>
          <p>There must have been in the troop at least twenty 
horsemen, and the number of dogs was greater than I 
could count as they ran in the woods. I knew that 
all these men and dogs were in search of me, and that 
if they could find me I should be hunted down like a 
wild beast. The dogs that had gone into the thicket 
where I had been, fortunately for me had not been 
trained to hunt negroes in the woods, and were probably 
brought out for the purpose of being trained. -
Doubtless if some of the kept dogs, as they are called 
of which there were certainly several in this large pack 
had happened to go into that thicket, instead of those 
that did go there, my race would soon have been run. </p>
          <p>I lay still by the side of the log for a long time after 
the horses, dogs and men had ceased to trouble the 
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woods with their noise; if it can be said that a man 
lies still who is trembling in every joint, nerve and 
muscle, like a dog lying upon a cake of ice; and when 
I arose and turned round, I found myself so completely 
bereft of understanding, that I could not tell South 
from North, nor East from West. I could not even 
distinguish the thicket of bushes, from which I had 
removed to come to this place, from the other bushes 
of the woods. I remained here all day, and at night 
it appeared to me that the sun set in the south-east 
After sundown, the moon appeared to my distempered 
judgment to stand due North from me, and all the 
stars were out of their places. Fortunately I had 
sense enough remaining to know that it would not be 
safe for me to attempt to travel, until my brain had 
been restored to its ordinary stability; which did not 
take place until the third morning after my fright. 
The three days that I passed in this place I reckon 
the most unhappy of my life; for surely it is the 
height of human misery to be oppressed with alienation 
of mind, and to be conscious of the affliction. </p>
          <p>Distracted as I was, I had determined never to quit 
this wood, and voluntarily return to slavery; and the 
joy I felt on the third morning, when I saw the sun 
rise in his proper place in the heavens; the black log, 
the thicket of bushes, and all other things resume the 
positions in which I found them, may be imagined by 
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those who have been saved from apparently hopeless 
shipwreck on a barren rock in the midst of the ocean, 
but cannot be described by any but a poetic pen. </p>
          <p>I spent this day in making short excursions through 
the woods, for the purpose of ascertaining whether any 
road was near to me or not; and in the afternoon I 
came to one, about a mile from my camp, which was 
broad, and had the appearance of being much traveled. 
It appeared to me to lead to the North. </p>
          <p>Awhile before sundown, I brought my bundle to 
this road, and lay down quietly to await the approach 
of night. When it was quite dark, except the light 
of the moon, which was now brilliant, I took to this 
road, and traveled all night without hearing or seeing 
any person, and on the succeeding night, about two 
o'clock in the morning, I came to the margin of a river, 
so wide that I could not see across it; but the fog was 
so dense at this time that I could not have seen across 
a river of very moderate width. I procured a long 
pole, and sounded the depth of the water, which I 
found not very deep; but as I could not see the opposite 
shore, was afraid to attempt to ford the stream. </p>
          <p>In this dilemma, I turned back from the river, and 
went more than a mile to gain the covert of a small 
wood, where I might pass the day in safety, and wait 
a favorable moment for obtaining a view of the river, 
preparatory to crossing it. I lay all day in full view 
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of the high road, and saw, at least, a hundred people 
pass; from which I inferred, that the country was 
populous about me. In the evening, as soon as it was 
dark, I left my retreat, and returned to the river side. 
The atmosphere was now clear, and the river seemed 
to be at least a quarter of a mile in width; and whilst 
I was divesting myself of my clothes, preparatory 
to entering the water, happening to look down the shore 
I saw a canoe, with its head drawn high on the beach. 
On reaching the canoe, I found that it was secured to 
the trunk of a tree by a lock and chain; but after 
many efforts, I broke the lock and launched the canoe 
into the river. The paddles had been removed, but 
with the aid of my sounding-pole, I managed to conduct 
the canoe across the water.</p>
          <p>I was now once more in South Carolina, where I 
knew it was necessary for me to be even more watchful 
than I had been in Georgia. I do not know where I 
crossed the Savannah river, but I think it must have 
been only a few miles above the town of Augusta. </p>
          <p>After gaining the Carolina shore, I took an observation 
of the rising moon and of such stars as I was acquainted 
with, and hastened to get away from the river, 
from which I knew that heavy fogs rose every night, 
at this season of the year, obscuring the heavens for 
many miles on either side. I traveled this night at 
least twenty miles, and provided myself with a supply 
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of corn, which was now hard, from a field at the side 
of the road. At daybreak I turned into the woods, 
and went to the top of a hill on my left, where the 
ground was overgrown by the species of pine-tree 
called spruce in the South. I here kindled a fire, and 
parched corn for my breakfast. </p>
          <p>In the afternoon of this day the weather became 
cloudy, and before dark the rain fell copiously, and 
continued through the night, with the wind high. I 
took shelter under a large stooping tree that was 
decayed and hollow on the lower side, and kept me dry 
until morning. When daylight appeared, I could see 
that the country around me was well inhabited, and 
that the forest in which I lay was surrounded by 
plantations, at the distance of one or two miles from me. 
I did not consider this a safe position, and waited 
anxiously for night, to enable me to change my quarters. 
The weather was foul throughout the day; and 
when night returned, it was so dark that I could not 
see a large tree three feet before me. Waiting until 
the moon rose, I made my way back to the road, but 
had not proceeded more than two or three miles on my 
way, when I came to a place where the road forked, 
and the two roads led away almost at right angles 
from each other. It was so cloudy that I could not 
see the place of the moon in the heavens, and I knew 
not which of these roads to take  To go wrong was 
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worse than to stand still, and I therefore determined 
to look out for some spot in which I could hide myself, 
and remain in this neighborhood until the clearing up 
of the weather. Taking the right hand road, I followed 
its course until I saw at the distance, as I computed 
it in the night, of two miles from me a large 
forest which covered elevated ground. I gained it by 
the shortest route across some cotton fields. Going 
several hundred yards into this wood, I attempted to 
kindle a fire, in which I failed, every combustible 
substance being wet. This compelled me to pass the 
night as well as I could amongst the damp bushes 
and trees that overhung me. When day came, I went 
farther into the woods, and on the top of the highest 
ground that I could see, established my camp, by cutting 
bushes with my knife, and erecting a sort of rude 
booth. </p>
          <p>It was now, by my computation, about the twenty-fifth 
of August, and I remained here eleven days without 
seeing one clear night; and in all this time the 
sun never shone for half a day at once. I procured 
my subsistence while here from a field of corn which 
I discovered at the distance of a mile and a half from 
my camp. This was the first time that I was weather-bound, 
and my patience had been worn out and renewed 
repeatedly before the return of the clear 
weather; but one afternoon I perceived the trees to 
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be much agitated by the wind, the clouds appeared 
high, and were driven with velocity over my head. I 
saw the clear sky appear in all its beauty in the 
northwest. Before sundown the wind was high, the sun 
shone in full splendor, and a few fleecy clouds, careering 
high in the upper vault of heaven, gave assurance 
that the rains were over and gone.</p>
          <p>At nightfall I returned to the forks of the road, and 
after much observation, finally concluded to follow the 
right hand road, in which I am satisfied that I committed 
a great error. Nothing worthy of notice occurred 
for several days after this. As I was now in a 
thickly-peopled country, I never moved until long 
after night, and was cautious never to permit daylight 
to find me on the road; but I observed that the north-star 
was always on my left hand. My object was to 
reach the neighborhood of Columbia, and get upon the 
road which I had traveled and seen years before in 
coming to the South; but the road I was now on must 
have been the great Charleston road, leading down the 
country, and not across the courses of the rivers. So 
many people traveled this road, as well by night as by 
day, that my progress was very slow; and in some of 
the nights I did not travel more than eight miles. At 
the end of a week, after leaving the forks, I found myself 
in a flat, sandy, poor country; and as I had not 
met with any river on this road, I now concluded that 
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I was on the way to the sea-board instead of Columbia. 
In my perplexity, I resolved to try to get information 
concerning the country I was in, by placing 
myself in some obscure place in the side of the road, 
and listening to the conversation of travelers as they 
passed me. For this purpose I chose the corner of a 
cotton field, around which the road turned, and led 
along the fence for some distance. Passing the day 
in the woods among the pine-trees, I came to this corner 
in the evening, and lying down within the field, 
waited patiently the coming of travelers, that I might 
hear their conversation, and endeavor to learn from 
that which they said, the name at least of some place 
in this neighborhood. On the first and second evenings 
that I lay here, I gleaned nothing from the passengers 
that I thought could be of service to me; but 
on the third night, about ten o'clock, several wagons 
drawn by mules passed me, and I heard one of the 
drivers call to another and tell him that it was sixty 
miles to Charleston; and that they should be able to 
reach the river to-morrow. I could not at first imagine 
what river this could be; but another of the wagoners 
inquired how far it was to the Edisto, to which 
it was replied by some one that it was near thirty 
miles. I now perceived that I had mistaken my course, 
and was as completely lost as a wild goose in cloudy 
weather. </p>
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          <p>Not knowing what to do, I retraced the road that
had led me to this place for several nights, hoping 
that something would happen from which I might 
learn the route to Columbia; but I gained no information 
that could avail me anything. At length I determined 
to quit this road altogether, travel by the 
north-star for two or three weeks, and after that to 
trust to Providence to guide me to some road that 
might lead me back to Maryland. Having turned my 
face due North, I made my way pretty well for the 
first night; but on the second, the fog was so dense 
that no stars could be seen. This compelled me to 
remain in my camp, which I had pitched in a swamp. 
In this place I remained more than a week, waiting 
for clear nights; but now the equinoctial storm came 
on, and raged with a fury which I had never before 
witnessed in this annual gale; at least it had never 
before appeared so violent to me, because, perhaps, I 
had never been exposed to its blasts, without the shelter 
of a house of some kind. This storm continued 
four days; and no wolf ever lay closer in his lair, or 
moved out with more stealthy caution than I did 
during this time. My subsistence was drawn from a 
small corn-field at the edge of the swamp in which I lay. </p>
          <p>After the storm was over, the weather became calm 
and clear, and I fell into a road which appeared to run 
nearly north-west. Following the course of this road 
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by short marches, because I was obliged to start late 
at night and stop before day, I came on the first day, 
or rather night, of October, by my calendar, to a broad 
and well-frequented road that crossed mine at nearly 
right angles. These roads crossed in the middle of 
a plantation, and I took to the right hand along this 
great road, and pursued it in the same cautious and 
slow manner that I kind traveled for the last month. </p>
          <p>When the day came I took refuge in the woods as 
usual, choosing the highest piece of ground that I 
could find in the neighborhood. No part of this country 
was very high, but I thought people who visited 
these woods, would be less inclined to walk to the tops 
of the hills, than to keep their course along the low 
grounds. </p>
          <p>I had lately crossed many small streams; but on 
the second night of my journey on this road, came to 
a narrow but deep river, and after the most careful 
search, no boat or craft of any kind could be found on 
my side. A large flat, with two or three canoes, lay 
on the opposite side, but they were as much out of 
my reach as if they had never been made. There was 
no alternative but swimming this stream, and I made 
the transit in less than three minutes, carrying my 
packages on my back.</p>
          <p>I had as yet fallen in with no considerable towns, 
and whenever I had seen a house near the road, or one 
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of the small hamlets of the South in my way, I had 
gone round by the woods or fields, so as to avoid the 
inhabitants; but on the fourth night after swimming 
the small river, I came in sight of a considerable village,
with lights burning, and shining through many  
of the windows. I knew the danger of passing a town,
on account of the patrols with which all southern 
towns are provided, and making a long circuit to the 
right, so as totally to avoid this village, I came to the 
banks of a broad river, which, upon further examination, 
I found flowing past the village, and near its 
border. This compelled me to go back, and attempt 
to turn the village on the left, which was performed 
by wandering a long time in swamps and pine woods </p>
          <p>It was break of day when I regained the road 
beyond the village, and returning to the swamps from 
which I had first issued, I passed the day under their 
cover. On the following night, after regaining the 
road, I soon found myself in a country almost entirely 
clear of timber, and abounding in fields of cotton and 
corn.  </p>
          <p>The houses were numerous, and the barking of dogs 
was incessant. I felt that I was in the midst of dangers,
and that I was entering a region very different 
from those tracts of country through which I had lately 
passed, where the gloom of the wilderness was only 
broken by solitary plantations or lonely huts. I had 
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no doubt that I was in the neighborhood of some town, 
but of its name, and the part of the country in which 
it was located, I was ignorant. I at length found that 
I was receding from the woods altogether, and entering 
a <sic>champaign</sic> country, in the midst of which I now 
perceived a town of considerable magnitude, the 
inhabitants which were entirely silent, and the town itself 
presented the appearance of total solitude. The country 
around was so open, that I despaired of turning so 
large a place as this was, and again finding the road I 
traveled, I therefore determined to risk all consequences, 
and attempt to pass this town under cover of 
darkness. </p>
          <p>Keeping straight forward, I came unexpectedly to 
a broad river, which I now saw running between me 
and the town. I took it for granted that there must 
be a ferry at this place, and on examining the shore, 
found several small boats fastened only with ropes to 
a large scow. One of these boats I seized, and was 
quickly on the opposite shore of the river. I entered 
the village and proceeded to its centre, without seeing 
so much as a rat in motion. Finding myself in an 
open space, I stopped to examine the streets, and upon 
looking at the houses around me, I at once recognized 
the jail of Columbia, and the tavern in which I had 
lodged on the night after I was sold. </p>
          <p>This discovery made me feel almost at home, with 
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my wife and children. I remembered the streets by 
which I had come from the country to the jail, and 
was quickly at the extremity of the town, marching 
towards the residence of the paltry planter, at whose 
house I had lodged on my way South. It was late at 
night, when I left Columbia, and it was necessary for 
me to make all speed, and get as far as possible from 
that place before day. I ran rather than walked, until 
the appearance of dawn, when I left the road and took 
shelter in the pine woods, with which this part of the 
country abounds. </p>
          <p>I had now been traveling almost two months, and 
was still so near the place from which I first departed 
that I could easily have walked to it in a week, by 
daylight; but I hoped, that as I was now on a road 
with which I was acquainted, and in a country through 
which I had traveled before, that my future progress 
would be more rapid, and that I should be able to 
surmount, without difficulty, many of the obstacles 
that had hitherto embarrassed me so greatly. </p>
          <p>It was now in my power to avail myself of the 
knowledge I had formerly acquired of the customs of 
South Carolina. The patrol are very rigid in the execution 
of the authority with which they are invested; but I 
never had much difficulty with these officers anywhere. 
From dark until ten or eleven o'clock at night, the 
patrol are watchful, and always traversing the country 
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in quest of negroes, but towards midnight these gentlemen 
grow cold, or sleepy, or weary, and generally betake 
themselves to some house, where they can procure 
a comfortable fire. </p>
          <p>I now established, as a rule of my future conduct, 
to remain in my hiding place until after ten o'clock, 
according to my computation of time; and this night 
I did not come to the road until I supposed it to be 
within an hour of midnight, and it was well for me 
that I practiced so much caution, for when within two 
or three hundred yards of the road, I heard people 
conversing. After standing some minutes in the woods, 
and listening to the voices at the road, the people 
separated, and a party took each end of the road, and 
galloped away upon their horses. These people were 
certainly a band of patrollers, who were watching this 
road, and had just separated to return home for the 
night. After the horsemen were quite out of hearing, 
I came to the road, and walked as fast as I could for 
hours, and again came into the lane leading to the 
house, where I had first remained a few days, in Carolina. 
Turning away from the road I passed through 
this plantation, near the old cotton-gin house in which 
I had formerly lodged, and perceived that every thing 
on this plantation was nearly as it was when I left it. 
Two or three miles from this place I again left the 
road, and sought a place of concealment, and from 
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this time until I reached Maryland, I never remained 
in the road until daylight but once, and I paid dearly 
then for my temerity. </p>
          <p>I was now in an open, thickly-peopled country, in 
comparison with many other tracts through which I 
had passed; and this circumstance compelled me to 
observe the greater caution. As nearly as possible, I 
confined my traveling within the hours of midnight 
and three o'clock in the morning. Parties of patrollers 
were heard by me almost every morning before 
day. These people sometimes moved directly along 
the roads, but more frequently lay in wait near the 
side of the road, ready to pounce upon any runaway 
slave that might chance to pass; but I knew by former 
experience that they never lay out all night, except in 
times of apprehended danger; and the country appearing 
at this time to be quiet, I felt but little apprehension 
of falling in with these policemen, within my 
traveling hours. </p>
          <p>There was now plenty of corn in the fields, and 
sweet potatoes had not yet been dug. There was no 
scarcity of provisions with me, and my health was 
good, and my strength unimpaired. For more than 
two weeks I pursued the road that had led me from 
Columbia, believing I was on my way to Camden. - 
Many small streams crossed my way, but none of 
them were large enough to oblige me to swim in crossing 
them.</p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER XVII.</head>
          <p>ON the twenty-fourth of October, according to my 
computation, in a dark night, I came to a river which 
appeared to be both broad and deep. Sounding its 
depth with a pole, I found it too deep to be forded, 
and after the most careful search along the shore, no 
boat could be discovered. This place appeared altogether 
strange to me, and I began to fear that I was 
again lost. Confident that I had never before been 
where I now found myself, and ignorant of the other 
side of the stream, I thought it best not to attempt to 
cross this water until I was better informed of the 
country through which it flowed. A thick wood bordered 
the road on my left, and gave me shelter until 
daylight. Ascending a tree at sunrise that overlooked 
the stream, which appeared to be more than a mile in 
width, I perceived on the opposite shore a house, 
and one large and several small boats in the river. I 
remained in this tree the greater part of the day, and saw 
several persons cross the river, some of whom had 
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horses; but in the evening the boats were all taken 
back to the place at which I had seen them in the 
morning. The river was so broad that I felt some fear 
of failing in the attempt to swim it; but seeing no 
prospect of procuring a boat to transport me, I resolved 
to attempt the navigation as soon as it was 
dark. About nine o'clock at night, having equipped 
myself in the best manner I was able, I undertook this 
hazardous navigation, and succeeded in gaining the 
farther shore of the river, in about an hour, with all 
my things in safety. On the previous day I had noted 
the bearing of the road, as it led from the river, and 
in the middle of the night I again resumed my journey, 
in a state of perplexity bordering upon desperation; 
for it was now evident that this was not the 
road by which we had traveled when we came to the 
southern country, and on which hand to turn to reach 
the right way I knew not. </p>
          <p>After traveling five or six miles on this road, and 
having the north-star in view all the time, I became 
satisfied that my course lay northwest, and that I was 
consequently going, out of my way; and to heighten 
my anxiety, I had not tasted any animal food since I 
crossed the Savannah river - a sensation of hunger 
harassed me constantly; but fortune, which had been 
so long adverse to me, and had led me so often astray, 
had now a little favor in store for me. The leaves 
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were already fallen from some of the more tender trees, 
anti near the road I this night perceived a persimmon 
tree, well laden with fruit, and whilst gathering the 
fallen persimmons under the tree, a noise over head 
arrested my attention. This noise was caused by a 
large opossum, which was on the tree gathering fruit 
like myself. With a long stick the animal was brought 
to the ground, and it proved to be very fat, weighing 
at least ten pounds. With such a luxury as this in 
my possession, I could not think of traveling far without 
tasting it, and accordingly halted about a mile 
from the persimmon tree, on a rising ground in a 
thick wood, where I killed my opossum, and took off 
its skin, a circumstance that I much regretted, for 
with the skin I took at least a pound of fine fat. 
Had I possessed the means of scalding my game, and 
dressing it like a pig, it would have afforded me provision 
for a week; but as it was, I made a large fire 
and roasted my prize before it, losing all the oil that 
ran out in the operation, for want of a dripping-pan 
to catch it. It was daylight when my meat was ready 
for the table, and a very  sumptuous breakfast it yielded 
me. </p>
          <p>Since leaving Columbia, I had followed as nearly 
as the course of the roads permitted, the index of the 
north-star; which, I supposed, would lead me on the 
most direct route to Maryland; but I now became 
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convinced, that this star was leading me away from 
the line by which I had approached the cotton country. </p>
          <p>I slept none this day, but passed the whole time, 
from breakfast until night, in considering the means 
of regaining my lost way. From the aspect of the 
country I arrived at the conclusion, that I was not 
near the sea-coast; for there were no swamps in all 
this region; the land lay rather high and rolling, and 
oak timber abounded.</p>
          <p>At the return of night, I resumed my journey earlier 
than usual; paying no regard to the roads, but keeping 
the north-star on my left hand, as nearly as I could. 
This night I killed a rabbit, which had leaped from the 
bushes before me, by throwing my walking stick at it. 
It was roasted at my stopping place in the morning, 
and was very good. </p>
          <p>I pursued the same course, keeping the north-star on 
my left hand for three nights; intending to get as far 
East as the road leading from Columbia to Richmond, 
in Virginia; but as my line of march lay almost continually 
in the woods, I made but little progress; 
and on the third day, the weather became cloudy, so 
that I could not see the stars. This again compelled 
me to lie by, until the return of fair weather. </p>
          <p>On the second day, after I had stopped this time, 
the sun shone out bright in the morning, and continued 
to shed a glorious light during the day; but in 
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the evening, the heavens became overcast with clouds; 
and the night that followed was so dark, that I did 
not attempt to travel. This state of the weather continued 
more than a week; obliging me to remain stationary 
all this time. These cloudy nights were succeeded 
by a brisk wind from the north-west, accompanied 
by fine clear nights, in which I made the best 
of my way towards the north-east, pursuing my course 
across the country without regard to roads, forests, or 
streams of water; crossing many of the latter, none of 
which were deep, but some of them were extremely 
muddy. One night I became entangled in a thick 
and deep swamp; the trees that grew in which, were 
so tall, and stood so close together, that the interlocking 
of their boughs, and the deep foliage in which they 
were clad, prevented me from seeing the stars. 
Wandering there for several hours, most of the time with 
mud and water over my knees, and frequently wading 
in stagnant pools, with deep slimy bottoms, I became 
totally lost, and was incapable of seeing the least 
appearance of fast land. At length, giving up all hope 
of extricating myself from this abyss of mud, water, 
brambles, and fallen timber, I scrambled on a large 
tussock, and sat down to await the coming of day, 
with the intention of going to the nearest high land, 
as soon as the sun should be up. The nights were now 
becoming cool, and though I did not see any frost in 
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the swamp where I was in the morning, I have no 
doubt that hoar frost was seen in the dry and open 
country. After daylight I found myself as much 
perplexed as I was at midnight. No shore was to be 
seen; and in every direction there was the same deep, 
dreary, black solitude. To add to my misfortune, the 
morning proved cloudy, and when the sun was up, I 
could not tell the east from the west. After waiting 
several hours for a sight of the sun, and failing to obtain 
it, I set out in search of a running stream of water, 
intending to strike off at right angles, with the course 
of the current, and endeavor to reach the dry ground 
by this means; but after wandering about, through 
tangled bushes, briars, and vines, clambering over fallen 
tree-tops, and wading through fens overgrown with 
saw grass, for two or three hours, I sat down in despair 
of finding any guide to conduct me from this detestable 
place. </p>
          <p>My bag of meal that I took with me at the 
commencement of my journey was long since gone; 
and the only provisions that I now possessed were a few 
grains of parched corn, and near a pint of chestnuts 
that I had picked up under a tree the day before I 
entered the swamp. The chestnut-tree was full of 
nuts, but I was afraid to throw sticks or to shake the 
tree, lest hunters or other persons hearing the noise, 
might be drawn to the place. </p>
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          <p>About ten o'clock I sat down under a large cypress 
tree, upon a decaying log of the same timber; to make 
my breakfast on a few grains of parched corn. Near 
me was an open space without trees, but filled with 
water that seemed to be deep, for no grass grew in it, 
except a small quantity near the shore. The water 
was on my left hand, and as I sat cracking my corn, 
my attention was attracted by the playful gambols of 
two squirrels that were running and chasing each other 
on the boughs of some trees near me. Half pleased 
with the joyous movements of the little animals, and 
half covetous of their carcasses, to roast and devour 
them, I paid no attention to a succession of sounds on 
my left, which I thought proceeded from the movement 
of frogs at the edge of the water, until the breaking 
of a stick near me caused me to turn my head, 
when I discovered that I had other neighbors than 
spring frogs. </p>
          <p>A monstrous alligator had left the water, and was 
crawling over the mud, with his eyes fixed upon me. 
He was now within fifteen feet of me, and in a moment 
more, if he had not broken the stick with his weight, 
I should have become his prey. He could easily have 
knocked me down with a blow of his tail; and if his 
jaws had once been closed on a leg or an arm, he would 
have dragged me into the water, spite, of any resistance 
that I could have made. </p>
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          <p>At the sight of him, I sprang to my feet, and running 
to the other end of the fallen tree on which I sat, 
and being there out of danger, had an opportunity of 
viewing the motions of the alligator at leisure. Finding 
me out of his reach, he raised his trunk from the 
ground, elevated his snout, and gave a wistful look, 
the import of which I well understood; then turning 
slowly round, he retreated to the water, and sank from 
my vision. </p>
          <p>I was much alarmed by this adventure with the 
alligator, for had I fallen in with this huge reptile in the 
night time, I should have had no chance of escape 
from his tusks. </p>
          <p>The whole day was spent in the swamp, not in 
traveling from place to place, but in waiting for the sun 
to shine, to enable me to obtain a knowledge of the 
various points of the heavens. The day was succeeded 
by a night of unbroken darkness; and it was late in 
the evening of the second day before I saw the sun. 
It being then too late to attempt to extricate myself 
from the swamp for that day, I was obliged to pass 
another night in the lodge that I had formed for myself 
in the thick boughs of a fallen cypress tree, which 
elevated me several feet from the ground, where I 
believed the alligator could not reach me if he should 
come in pursuit of me. </p>
          <p>On the morning of the third day the sun rose beautifully 
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clear, and at sight of him I set off for the East. 
It must have been five miles from the place where I 
lay to the dry land on the East of the swamp; for 
with all the exertion that fear and hunger compelled 
me to make, it was two or three o'clock in the afternoon 
when I reached the shore, after swimming in 
several places, and suffering the loss of a very valuable 
part of my clothes, which were torn off by the briars 
and snags. On coming to high ground I found myself 
in the woods, and hungry as I was, lay down to await 
the coming of night, lest some one should see me moving 
through the forest in daylight. </p>
          <p>When night came on, I resumed my journey by the 
stars, which were visible, and marched several miles 
before coming to a plantation. The first that I came 
to was a cotton field; and after much search, I found 
no corn nor grain of any kind on this place, and was 
compelled to continue on my way. </p>
          <p>Two or three miles further on I was more fortunate, 
and found a field of corn which had been gathered from 
the stalks and thrown in heaps along the ground. - 
Filling my little bag, which I still kept, with this corn, 
I retreated a mile or two in the woods, and striking 
fire, encamped for the purpose of parching and eating 
<sic>t</sic>. After despatching my meal, I lay down beside the 
fire and fell into a sound sleep, from which I did not 
awake until long, after sunrise; but on rising and looking 
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around me, I found that my lodge was within less 
than a hundred yards of a new house that people were 
building in the woods, and upon which men were now 
at work. Dropping instantly to the ground, I crawled 
away through the woods, until being out of sight of 
the house, I ventured to rise and escape on my feet. 
After I lay down in the night, my fire had died away 
and emitted no smoke; this circumstance saved me. 
This affair made me more cautious as to my future 
conduct. </p>
          <p>Hiding in the woods until night again came on, I 
continued my course eastward, and some time after 
midnight came upon a wide, well beaten road, one 
end of which led, at this place, a little to the left of 
the north-star, which I could plainly see. Here I 
deliberated a long time, whether to take this road, or 
continue my course across the country by the stars; 
but at last resolved to follow the road, more from a 
desire to get out of the woods, than from a conviction 
that it would lead me in the right way. In the course 
of this night I saw but few plantations, but was so 
fortunate as to see a ground-hog crossing the road before 
me. This animal I killed with my stick, and carried 
it until morning.</p>
          <p>At the approach of daylight, turning away to the 
right, I gained the top of an eminence, from which I 
could see through the woods for some distance around 
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me. Here I kindled a fire and roasted my groundhog, 
which afforded me a most grateful repast, after 
my late fasting and severe toils. According to custom 
my meal being over, I betook myself to sleep, and did 
not awake until the afternoon; when descending a 
few rods down the hill, and standing still to take a survey 
of the woods around me, I saw, at the distance of 
half a mile from me, a man moving slowly about in 
the forest, and apparently watching, like myself, to see 
if any one was in view. Looking at this man attentively, 
I saw that he was a black, and that he did not 
move more than a few rods from the same spot where I 
first saw him. Curiosity impelled me to know more 
of the condition of my neighbor; and descending quite 
to the foot of the hill, I perceived that he had a covert 
of boughs of trees, under which I saw him pass, and 
after some time return again from his retreat. Examining 
the appearance of things carefully, I became 
satisfied that tho stranger was, like myself, a negro 
slave, and I determined, without more ceremony, to 
go and speak to him, for I felt no fear of being betrayed 
by one as badly off in the world as myself. </p>
          <p>When this man first, saw me, at the distance of a 
hundred yards from him, he manifested great agitation, 
and at once seemed disposed to run from me; 
but when I called to him, and told him not to be a
afraid, he became more assured, and waited for me to 
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come close to him. I found him to be a dark mulatto, 
small and slender in person, and lame in one leg. He 
had been well bred, and possessed good manners and 
fine address. I told him I was traveling, and presumed 
this was not his dwelling place: upon which 
he informed me that he was a native of Kent county, 
in the State of Delaware, and had been brought up as 
a house-servant by his master, who, on his death-bed, 
had made his will, and directed him to be set free by 
his executors, at the age of twenty-five, and that in 
the meantime he would be hired out as a servant to 
some person who should treat him well. Soon after 
the death of his master, the executors hired him to a 
man in Wilmington, who employed him as a waiter in 
his house for three or four months, and then took him 
to a small town called Newport, and sold him to a 
man who took him immediately to Baltimore, where 
he was again sold or transferred to another man, 
who brought him to South Carolina, and sold him to a 
cotton planter, with whom he had lived more than two 
years, and had run away three weeks before the time I 
saw him, with the intention of returning to Delaware. </p>
          <p>That being lame, and becoming fatigued by traveling, 
he had stopped here and made this shelter of 
boughs and bark of trees, under which he had remained 
more than a week before I met him. He invited 
me to go into his camp as he termed it, where he had 
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an old skillet, more than a bushel of potatoes, and 
several fowls, all of which he said he had purloined 
from the plantations in the neighborhood. </p>
          <p>This encampment was in a level, open wood, and it 
appeared surprising to me that its occupant had not 
been discovered and conveyed back to his master before
this time. I told him that I thought he ran great 
risk of being taken up by remaining here, and advised 
him to break up his lodge immediately, and pursue his
journey, traveling only in the night time. He then 
proposed to join me, and travel in company with me; 
but this I declined, because of his lameness and great 
want of discretion, though I did not assign these reasons 
to him. </p>
          <p>I remained with this man two or three hours, and 
ate dinner of fowls dressed after his rude fashion. -  
Before leaving him, I pressed upon him the necessity 
of immediately quitting the position he then occupied, 
but he said he intended to remain there a few days 
longer, unless I would take him with me.</p>
          <p>On quitting my new acquaintance, I thought it prudent 
to change my place of abode for the residue of 
this day, and removed along the top of the hill that I 
occupied at least two miles, and concealed myself in a 
thicket until night, when returning to the road I had 
left in the morning, and traveling hard all night, I 
came to a large stream of water just at the break of 
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day. As it was too late to pass the river with safety 
this morning at this ford, I went half a mile higher, 
and swam across the stream in open daylight, at a 
place where both tides of the water were skirted with 
woods. I had several large potatoes that had been 
given to me by the man at his camp in the woods, and 
these constituted my rations for this day.</p>
          <p>At the rising and setting of the sun, I took the bearing 
of the road by the course of the stream that I had 
crossed, and found that I was traveling to the northwest, 
instead of the north or northeast, to one of which 
latter points I wished to direct my march. </p>
          <p>Having perceived the country in which I now was 
to be thickly peopled, I remained in my resting place 
until late at night, when returning to the road and 
crossing, it, I took once more to the woods, with the 
stars for my guides, and steered for the northeast. </p>
          <p>This was a fortunate night for me in all respects. 
The atmosphere was clear, the ground was high, dry, 
and free from thickets. In the course of the night I 
passed several corn fields, with the corn still remaining 
in them, and passed a potato lot, in which large 
quantities of fine potatoes were dug out of the ground 
and lay in heaps covered with vines; but my most 
signal good luck occurred just before day, when passing 
under a dog-wood tree, and hearing a noise in the 
branches above me, I looked up and saw a large opossum 
amongst the berries that hung, upon the boughs. 
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The game was quickly shaken down, and turned out 
as fat as a well-fed pig, and as heavy as a full-grown 
raccoon. My attention was now turned to searching
for a place in which I could secrete myself for the day, 
and dress my provisions in quietness.  </p>
          <p>This day was clear and beautiful until the afternoon, 
when the air became damp, and the heavens 
were overhung with clouds. The night that followed 
was dark as pitch, compelling me to remain in my 
camp all night. The next clay brought with it a terrible 
storm of rain and wind, that continued with but 
little intermission, more than twenty-four hours, and 
the sun was not again visible until the third day; 
nor was there a clear night for more than a week. 
During all this time I lay in my camp, and subsisted 
upon the provisions that I had brought with me to 
this place. The corn and potatoes looked so tempting, 
when I saw them in the fields, that I had taken more 
than I should have consumed, had not the bad weather 
compelled me to remain at this spot; but it was well 
for me, for this time, that I had taken more than I 
could eat in one or two days.</p>
          <p>At the end of the cloudy weather, I felt much refreshed 
and strengthened, and resumed my journey in 
high spirits, although I now began to feel the want 
of shoes - those which I wore when I left my mistress 
having long since been worn out, and my boots were 
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wrap straps of hickory bark about my feet to keep the 
leather from separating, and falling to pieces.</p>
          <p>It was now, by my computation, the month of 
November, and I was yet in the State of South Carolina. 
I began to consider with myself, whether I had gained 
or lost, by attempting, to travel on the roads; and, 
after revolving in my mind all the disasters that had 
befallen me, determined to abandon the roads 
altogether, for two reasons: the first of which was, that 
on the highways I was constantly liable to meet persons, 
or to be overtaken by them; and a second, no 
less powerful, was, that as I did not know what roads 
to pursue, I was oftener traveling on the wrong route 
than on the right one.</p>
          <p>Setting my face once more for the north-star, I 
advanced with a steady, though slow pace, for four or 
five nights, when I was again delayed by dark weather, 
and forced to remain in idleness nearly two weeks; 
and when the weather again became clear, I was arrested 
on the second night by a broad and rapid river, 
that appeared so formidable that I did not dare to 
attempt its passage until after examining it in daylight. 
On the succeeding night, however, I crossed it 
by swimming - resting at some large rocks near the 
middle. After gaining the north side of this river, 
which I believed to be the Catawba, I considered myself 
in North Carolina, and again steered towards the 
North. </p>
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        <div2 type="chapter">
          <head>CHAPTER XVIII.</head>
          <p>THE month of November is, in all years, a season 
of clouds and vapors; but at the time of which I 
write, the good weather vanished early in the month, 
and all the clouds of the universe seemed to have 
collected in North Carolina. From the second night after 
crossing the Catawba, I did not see the north-star for 
the space of three weeks; and during all this time, 
no progress was made in my journey; although I seldom 
remained two days in the same place, but moved 
from one position to another, for the purpose of eluding 
the observation of the people of the country, whose 
attention might have been attracted by the continual 
appearance of the smoke of my fires in one  
place. </p>
          <p>There had, as yet, been no hard frost, and the leaves 
were still on the oak trees, at the close of this cloudy 
weather; but the northwest wind which dispelled the 
mist, also brought down nearly all the leaves of the 
forest, except those of the evergreen trees; and the 
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nights now became clear, and the air keen with frost. 
Hitherto the oak woods had afforded me the safest 
shelter, but I was obliged to seek for groves of 
young pines to retire to at dawn. Heretofore I had 
found a plentiful subsistence in every corn-field and 
potato-lot, that fell in my way: but now began to 
find some of the fields in which corn had grown, destitute 
of the corn, and containing nothing but the 
stalks. The potatoes had all been taken out of the 
lots where they grew, except in some few instances 
where they had been buried in the field; and the 
means of subsistence became every day more difficult 
to be obtained; but as I had fine weather, I made the 
best use of those hours in which I dared to travel, and 
was constantly moving from a short time after dark 
until daylight. The toil that I underwent for the 
first half of the month of December was excessive, and 
my sufferings for want of food were great. I was 
obliged to carry with me a stock of corn, sufficient to 
supply me for two or three days, for it frequently happened 
that I met with none in the fields for a long 
time. In the course of this period I crossed innumerable 
streams, the greater portion of which were of 
small size, but some were of considerable magnitude; 
and in all of them the water had become almost as 
cold as ice. Sometimes I was fortunate enough to 
find boats or canoes tied at the side of the streams, and 
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when this happened, I always made free use of that 
which no one else was using at the time; but this did 
not occur often, and I believe that in these two weeks 
I swam over nine rivers, or streams, so deep that I 
could not ford them. The number of creeks and rivulets 
through which I waded was far greater, but I 
cannot now fix the number. </p>
          <p>In one of these fine nights, passing near the house 
of a planter, I saw several dry hides hanging on poles 
under a shed. One of these hides I appropriated to 
myself, for the purpose of converting it into moccasins, 
to supply the place of my boots, which were totally 
worthless. By beating the dry hide with a stick it 
was made sufficiently pliable to bear making it into 
moccasins; of which I made for myself three pair, 
wearing one, and carrying the others on my back.</p>
          <p>One day as I lay in a pine thicket, several pigs 
which appeared to be wild, having no marks on their 
ears, came near me, and one of them approached so 
close without seeing me, that I knocked it down with a 
stone, and succeeded in killing it. This pig was very 
fat, and would have weighed thirty if not forty pounds. 
Feeling now greatly exhausted with the fatigues that
I had lately undergone, and being in a very great 
forest, far removed from white inhabitants, I resolved 
to remain a few days in this place, to regale myself 
with the flesh of the pig, which I preserved by hanging 
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it up in the shade, after cutting it into pieces. 
Fortune, so adverse to me heretofore, seemed to have 
been more kind to me at this time, for the very night 
succeeding the day on which I killed the pig, a storm 
of hail, snow, and sleet, came on, and continued fifteen 
or sixteen hours. The snow lay on the ground four 
inches in depth, and the whole country was covered 
with a crust almost hard enough to bear a man. In 
this state of the weather I could not travel, and my 
stock of pork was invaluable to me. The pork was 
frozen where it hung on the branches of the trees, and 
was as well preserved as if it had been buried in snow; 
but on the fourth day after the snow fell, the atmosphere 
underwent a great change. The wind blew 
from the South, the snow melted away, the air became 
warm, and the sun shone with the brightness, 
and almost with the warmth of spring. It was manifest 
that my pork, which was now soft and oily, would 
not long be in a sound state. If I remained here, my 
provisions would become putrid on my hands in a short 
time, and compel me to quit my residence to avoid the 
atmosphere of the place. </p>
          <p>I resolved to pursue my journey, and prepared myself, 
by roasting before the fire, all my pork that was 
left, wrapping it up carefully in green pine leaves, and 
enveloping the whole in a sort of close basket, that I 
made of small boughs of trees. Equipping myself for 
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my journey with my meat in my knapsack, I again 
took to the woods, with the stars for my guide, keeping 
the north-star over my left eye.</p>
          <p>The weather had now become exceedingly variable, 
and I was seldom able to travel more than half of the 
night. The fields were muddy, the low grounds in the 
woods were wet, and often covered with water, through 
which I was obliged to wade - the air was damp and 
cold by day, the nights were frosty, very often covering 
the water with ice an inch in thickness. From 
the great degree of cold that prevailed, I inferred, 
either that I was pretty far North, or that I had advanced 
too much to the left, and was approaching the 
mountain country. </p>
          <p>To satisfy myself as far as possible of my situation, 
one fair day, when the sky was very clear, I climbed 
to the top of a pine tree that stood on the summit of
a hill, and took a wide survey of the region around me. 
Eastward, I saw nothing but a vast continuation of 
plantations, intervened by forests; on the South, the 
faint beams of a winter sun shed a soft lustre over the 
woods, which were dotted at remote distances, with 
the habitations of men, and the openings that they 
had made in the green champaign of the endless 
pine-groves, that nature had planted in the direction of the 
midday sun. On the North, at a great distance, I saw 
a tract of low and flat country, which in my opinion 
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was the vale of some great river, and beyond this, at 
the farthest stretch of vision, the eye was lost in the 
blue transparent vault, where the extremity of the arch 
of the world touches the abode of perpetual winter. -  
Turning westward, the view passed beyond the region 
of pine trees, which was followed afar off by naked 
and leafless oaks, hickories, and walnuts; and still
beyond these rose high in air, elevated tracts of country, 
clad in the white livery of snow, and bearing the 
impress of mid-winter. </p>
          <p>It was now apparent that I had borne too far westward, 
and was within a few days' travel of the mountains. 
Descending from my observations, I determined 
on the return of night to shape my course, for the 
future, nearly due East, until I should at least be out 
of the mountains.</p>
          <p>According to my calendar, it was the day before 
Christmas that I ascended the pine-tree; and I believe 
I was at that time in the north-western part of 
North Carolina, not far from the banks of the Yadkin 
river. On the following night I traveled from dark 
until, as I supposed, about three or four o'clock in the
morning, when I came to a road which led as I thought 
in an easterly direction. This road I traveled until 
daylight, and encamped near it in an old field, overgrown 
with young pines and holly-trees. </p>
          <p>This was Christmas-day, and I celebrated it by 
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breakfasting on fat pork, without salt, and substituted 
parched corn for bread. In the evening, the weather 
became cloudy and cold, and when night came it was 
so dark that I found difficulty in keeping in the road, 
at some points where it made short angles. Before 
midnight it began to snow, and at break of day the 
snow lay more than a foot deep. This compelled me 
to seek winter quarters; and fortunately, at about 
half a mile from the road, I found, on the side of a 
steep hill, a shelving rock that formed a dry covert, 
with a southern prospect. </p>
          <p>Under this rock I took refuge, and kindling a fire of 
dry sticks, considered myself happy to possess a few 
pounds of my roasted pork, and more than half a gallon 
of corn that I carried in my pockets. The snow 
continued falling, until it was full two feet deep around 
me, and the danger of exposing myself to discovery by 
my tracks in the snow, compelled me to keep close to 
my hiding place until the third day, when I ventured 
to go back to the road, which I found broken by the 
passage of numerous wagons, sleds and horses, and so 
much beaten that I could travel it with ease at night, 
the snow affording good light.</p>
          <p>Accordingly at night I again advanced on my way, 
which indeed I was obliged to do, for my corn was 
quite gone, and not more than a pound of my pork 
remained to me. I traveled hard through the night, 
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and after the morning star rose, came to a river, which 
I think must have been the Yadkin. It appeared to 
be about two hundred yards wide, and the water ran 
with great rapidity in it.</p>
          <p>Waiting until the eastern horizon was tinged with 
the first rays of the morning light, I entered the river 
at the ford, and waded until the water was nearly 
three feet deep, when it felt as if it was cutting the 
flesh from the bones of my limbs, and a large cake of 
ice floating downward, forced me off my balance, and 
I was near falling. My courage failed me, and I returned 
to the shore; but found the pain that already 
tormented me greatly increased, when I was out of 
the water, and exposed to the action of the open air. 
Returning to the river, I plunged into the current to 
relieve me from the pinching frost, that gnawed every 
part of my skin that had become wet; and rushing 
forward as fast as the weight of the water, that pressed 
me downward, would permit, was soon up to my chin 
in melted ice, when rising to the surface, I exerted my 
utmost strength and skill to gain the opposite shore 
by swimming in the shortest space of time. At every 
stroke of my arms and legs, they were cut and bruised 
by cakes of solid ice, or weighed down by floating 
masses of congealed snow. </p>
          <p>It is impossible for human life to be long sustained 
in such an element as that which encompassed me; 
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and I had not been afloat five minutes before I felt 
chilled in all my members, and in less than the double 
of that time, my limbs felt numbed, and my hands 
became stiff, and almost powerless. </p>
          <p>When at the distance of thirty feet from the shore, 
my body was struck by a violent current, produced by 
a projecting rock above me, and driven with resistless 
violence down the stream. Wholly unable to contend 
with the fury of the waves, and penetrated by the 
coldness of death, in my inmost vitals, I gave myself 
up for lost, and was commending my soul to God, 
whom I expected to be my immediate Judge, when I 
perceived the long hanging branch of a large tree, 
sweeping to and fro, and undulating backward and
forward, as its extremities were washed by the surging 
current of the river, just below me. In a moment I 
was in contact with the tree, and making the effort of 
despair, seized one of its limbs. Bowed down by the 
weight of my body, the branch yielded to the power 
of the water, which rushing against my person, swept 
me round like the quadrant of a circle, and dashed 
me against the shore, where clinging to some roots 
that grew near the bank, the limb of the tree left me, 
and springing with elastic force to its former position, 
again dipped its slender branches in the mad stream. </p>
          <p>Crawling out of the water, and being once more on 
dry land, I found my circumstances little less desperate 
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than when I was struggling with the floating ice. -  
The morning was frosty, and icicles hung in long pendant 
groups from the trees along the shore of the river 
and the hoar frost glistened in sparkling radiance upon 
the polished surface of the smooth snow, as it whitened 
all the plain before me, and spread its chill but 
beautiful covering through the woods. </p>
          <p>There were three alternatives before me, one of 
which I knew must quickly be adopted. The one was 
to obtain a fire, by which I could dry and warm my 
stiffened limbs; the second was to die, without the 
fire; the third, to go to the first house, if I could 
reach one, and surrender myself as a runaway slave. </p>
          <p>Staggering, rather than walking forward, until I 
gained the cover of a wood, at a short distance from 
the river, I turned into it, and found that a field bordered 
the wood within less than twenty rods of the 
road. Within a few yards of this fence I stopped, and 
taking out my fire apparatus, to my unspeakable joy 
found them dry and in perfect safety. With the aid 
of my punk, and some dry moss gathered from the 
fence, a small flame was obtained, to which dry leaves 
being added from the boughs of a white oak tree, that 
had fallen before the frost of the last autumn had 
commenced, I soon had fire of sufficient intensity to 
consume dry wood, with which I supplied it, partly 
from the fence and partly from the branches of the 
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fallen tree. Having raked away the snow from about 
the fire, by the time the sun was up, my frozen clothes 
were smoking before the coals - warming first one side 
and then the other - I felt the glow of returning life 
once more invigorating my blood, and giving animation 
to my frozen limbs. </p>
          <p>The public road was near me on one hand, and an 
enclosed field was before me on the other, but in my 
present condition it was impossible for me to leave 
this place to-day, without danger of perishing in the 
woods, or of being arrested on the road. </p>
          <p>As evening came on, the air became much colder 
than it was in the forenoon, and after night the wind 
rose high and blew from the northwest, with intense 
keenness. My limbs were yet stiff from the effects of 
my morning adventure, and to complete my distress I 
was totally without provisions, having left a few ears 
of corn, that I had in my pocket, on the other side of 
the river. </p>
          <p>Leaving my fire in the night, and advancing into the 
field near me, I discovered a house at some distance, 
and as there was no light, or sign of fire about it, I 
determined to reconnoitre the premises, which turned 
out to be a small barn, standing alone, with no other 
inhabitants about it than a few cattle and a flock of 
sheep After much trouble, I succeeded in entering 
the barn by starting he nails that confined one of the 
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boards at the corner. Entering the house I found it 
nearly filled with corn, in the husks, and some from 
which the husks had been removed, was lying in a 
heap in one corner. </p>
          <p>Into these husks I crawled, and covering myself 
deeply under them, soon became warm, and fell into a 
profound sleep, from which I was awakened by the 
noise of people walking about in the barn and talking 
of the cattle and sheep, which it appeared they had 
come to feed, for they soon commenced working in the 
corn husks with which I was covered, and throwing 
them out to the cattle. I expected at every moment 
that they would uncover me; but fortunately before 
they saw me, they ceased their operations, and went to 
work, some husking corn, and throwing the husks on 
the pile over me, while others were employed in loading 
the husked corn into carts, as I learned by their 
conversation, and hauling it away to the house. The 
people continued working in the barn all day, and in 
the evening gave more husks to the cattle and went 
home. </p>
          <p>Waiting two or three hours after my visiters were 
gone, I rose from the pile of husks, and filling my 
pockets with ears of corn, issued from the barn at the 
same place by which I had entered it, and returned to 
the woods, where I kindled a fire in a pine thicket, 
and parched more than half a gallon of corn. Before 
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day I returned to the barn, and again secreted myself 
in the corn husks. In the morning the people again 
returned to their work, and husked corn until the evening. 
At night I again repaired to the woods, and
parched more corn. In this manner I passed more 
than a month, lying in the barn all day, and going to 
the woods at night; but at length the corn was all 
husked, and I watched daily the progress that was 
made in feeding the cattle with the husks, knowing 
that I must quit my winter retreat before the husks 
were exhausted. Before the husked corn was removed 
from the barn, I had conveyed several bushels of the 
ears into the husks, near my bed, and concealed them 
for my winter's stock.</p>
          <p>Whilst I lay in this barn there were frequent and 
great changes of weather. The snow that covered the 
earth to the depth of two feet when I came here, did 
not remain more than ten days, and was succeeded by 
more than a week of warm rainy weather, which was 
in turn succeeded by several days of dry weather, with 
cold high winds from the North. The month of February 
was cloudy and damp, with several squalls of 
snow and frequent rains. About the first of March, 
the atmosphere became clear and dry, and the winds 
boisterous from the West.</p>
          <p>On the third of this month, having filled my little 
bag and all my pockets with parched corn, I quitted 
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my winter quarters about ten o'clock at night, and 
again proceeded on my way to the North, leaving a 
large heap of corn husks still lying in the corner of 
the barn.</p>
          <p>On leaving this place, I again pursued the road that 
had led me to it for several nights; crossing many 
small streams in my way, all of which I was able to 
pass without swimming, though several of them were 
so deep that they wet me as high as my arm-pits. -  
This road led nearly northeast, and was the only road 
that I had fallen in with, since I left Georgia, that 
had maintained that direction for so great a distance. 
Nothing extraordinary befell me until the twelfth of 
March, when venturing to turn out earlier than usual 
in the evening, and proceeding along the road, I found 
that my way led me down a hill, along the side of 
which the road had been cut into tho earth ten or 
twelve feet in depth, having steep banks on each side, 
which were now so damp and slippery that it was impossible 
for a man to ascend either the one or the other. </p>
          <p>Whilst in this narrow place, I heard the sound of 
horses proceeding up the hill to meet me. Stopping 
to listen, in a moment almost two horsemen were close 
before me, trotting up the road. To escape on either 
hand was impossible, and to retreat backwards would 
have exposed me to certain destruction. Only one 
means of salvation was left, and I embraced it. Near 
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the place where I stood, was a deep gully cut in one 
side of the road, by the water which had run down 
here in time of rains. Into this gully I threw myself, 
and lying down close to the ground, the horsemen rode 
almost over me, and passed on. When they were gone 
I arose, and descending the hill, found a river before me.</p>
          <p>In crossing this stream I was compelled to swim 
at least two hundred yards; and found the cold so 
oppressive, after coming out of tho water, that I was 
forced to stop at the first thick woods that I coul
