Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl eBook

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“You can do what I require; and if you are faithful to me, you will be as virtuous as my wife,” he replied.

I answered that the Bible didn’t say so.

His voice became hoarse with rage.  “How dare you preach to me about your infernal Bible!” he exclaimed.  “What right have you, who are my negro, to talk to me about what you would like and what you wouldn’t like?  I am your master, and you shall obey me.”

No wonder the slaves sing,—­

   Ole Satan’s church is here below;
   Up to God’s free church I hope to go.

XIV.  Another Link To Life.

I had not returned to my master’s house since the birth of my child.  The old man raved to have me thus removed from his immediate power; but his wife vowed, by all that was good and great, she would kill me if I came back; and he did not doubt her word.  Sometimes he would stay away for a season.  Then he would come and renew the old threadbare discourse about his forbearance and my ingratitude.  He labored, most unnecessarily, to convince me that I had lowered myself.  The venomous old reprobate had no need of descanting on that theme.  I felt humiliated enough.  My unconscious babe was the ever-present witness of my shame.  I listened with silent contempt when he talked about my having forfeited his good opinion; but I shed bitter tears that I was no longer worthy of being respected by the good and pure.  Alas! slavery still held me in its poisonous grasp.  There was no chance for me to be respectable.  There was no prospect of being able to lead a better life.

Sometimes, when my master found that I still refused to accept what he called his kind offers, he would threaten to sell my child.  “Perhaps that will humble you,” said he.

Humble me!  Was I not already in the dust?  But his threat lacerated my heart.  I knew the law gave him power to fulfil it; for slaveholders have been cunning enough to enact that “the child shall follow the condition of the mother,” not of the father, thus taking care that licentiousness shall not interfere with avarice.  This reflection made me clasp my innocent babe all the more firmly to my heart.  Horrid visions passed through my mind when I thought of his liability to fall into the slave trader’s hands.  I wept over him, and said, “O my child! perhaps they will leave you in some cold cabin to die, and then throw you into a hole, as if you were a dog.”

When Dr. Flint learned that I was again to be a mother, he was exasperated beyond measure.  He rushed from the house, and returned with a pair of shears.  I had a fine head of hair; and he often railed about my pride of arranging it nicely.  He cut every hair close to my head, storming and swearing all the time.  I replied to some of his abuse, and he struck me.  Some months before, he had pitched me down stairs in a fit of passion; and the injury I received was so serious that I was unable to turn myself in bed for many days.  He then said, “Linda, I swear by God I will never raise my hand against you again;” but I knew that he would forget his promise.

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