Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl eBook

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If a slave is unwilling to go with his new master, he is whipped, or locked up in jail, until he consents to go, and promises not to run away during the year.  Should he chance to change his mind, thinking it justifiable to violate an extorted promise, woe unto him if he is caught!  The whip is used till the blood flows at his feet; and his stiffened limbs are put in chains, to be dragged in the field for days and days!

If he lives until the next year, perhaps the same man will hire him again, without even giving him an opportunity of going to the hiring-ground.  After those for hire are disposed of, those for sale are called up.

O, you happy free women, contrast your New Year’s day with that of the poor bond-woman!  With you it is a pleasant season, and the light of the day is blessed.  Friendly wishes meet you every where, and gifts are showered upon you.  Even hearts that have been estranged from you soften at this season, and lips that have been silent echo back, “I wish you a happy New Year.”  Children bring their little offerings, and raise their rosy lips for a caress.  They are your own, and no hand but that of death can take them from you.

But to the slave mother New Year’s day comes laden with peculiar sorrows.  She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning; and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.  She may be an ignorant creature, degraded by the system that has brutalized her from childhood; but she has a mother’s instincts, and is capable of feeling a mother’s agonies.

On one of these sale days, I saw a mother lead seven children to the auction-block.  She knew that some of them would be taken from her; but they took all.  The children were sold to a slave-trader, and their mother was brought by a man in her own town.  Before night her children were all far away.  She begged the trader to tell her where he intended to take them; this he refused to do.  How could he, when he knew he would sell them, one by one, wherever he could command the highest price?  I met that mother in the street, and her wild, haggard face lives to-day in my mind.  She wrung her hands in anguish, and exclaimed, “Gone!  All gone!  Why don’t God kill me?” I had no words wherewith to comfort her.  Instances of this kind are of daily, yea, of hourly occurrence.

Slaveholders have a method, peculiar to their institution, of getting rid of old slaves, whose lives have been worn out in their service.  I knew an old woman, who for seventy years faithfully served her master.  She had become almost helpless, from hard labor and disease.  Her owners moved to Alabama, and the old black woman was left to be sold to any body who would give twenty dollars for her.

IV.  The Slave Who Dared To Feel Like A Man.

Two years had passed since I entered Dr. Flint’s family, and those years had brought much of the knowledge that comes from experience, though they had afforded little opportunity for any other kinds of knowledge.

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