Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 300 pages of information about Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl.

Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 300 pages of information about Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl.
were any signs of returning life.  I was restored to consciousness by the dashing of cold water in my face, and found myself leaning against my brother’s arm, while he bent over me with streaming eyes.  He afterwards told me he thought I was dying, for I had been in an unconscious state sixteen hours.  I next became delirious, and was in great danger of betraying myself and my friends.  To prevent this, they stupefied me with drugs.  I remained in bed six weeks, weary in body and sick at heart.  How to get medical advice was the question.  William finally went to a Thompsonian doctor, and described himself as having all my pains and aches.  He returned with herbs, roots, and ointment.  He was especially charged to rub on the ointment by a fire; but how could a fire be made in my little den?  Charcoal in a furnace was tried, but there was no outlet for the gas, and it nearly cost me my life.  Afterwards coals, already kindled, were brought up in an iron pan, and placed on bricks.  I was so weak, and it was so long since I had enjoyed the warmth of a fire, that those few coals actually made me weep.  I think the medicines did me some good; but my recovery was very slow.  Dark thoughts passed through my mind as I lay there day after day.  I tried to be thankful for my little cell, dismal as it was, and even to love it, as part of the price I had paid for the redemption of my children.  Sometimes I thought God was a compassionate Father, who would forgive my sins for the sake of my sufferings.  At other times, it seemed to me there was no justice or mercy in the divine government.  I asked why the curse of slavery was permitted to exist, and why I had been so persecuted and wronged from youth upward.  These things took the shape of mystery, which is to this day not so clear to my soul as I trust it will be hereafter.

In the midst of my illness, grandmother broke down under the weight and anxiety and toil.  The idea of losing her, who had always been my best friend and a mother to my children, was the sorest trial I had yet had.  O, how earnestly I prayed that she might recover!  How hard it seemed, that I could not tend upon her, who had so long and so tenderly watched over me!

One day the screams of a child nerved me with strength to crawl to my peeping-hole, and I saw my son covered with blood.  A fierce dog, usually kept chained, had seized and bitten him.  A doctor was sent for, and I heard the groans and screams of my child while the wounds were being sewed up.  O, what torture to a mother’s heart, to listen to this and be unable to go to him!

But childhood is like a day in spring, alternately shower and sunshine.  Before night Benny was bright and lively, threatening the destruction of the dog; and great was his delight when the doctor told him the next day that the dog had bitten another boy and been shot.  Benny recovered from his wounds; but it was long before he could walk.

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