My Life In The South eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 101 pages of information about My Life In The South.

My Life In The South eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 101 pages of information about My Life In The South.

After the dancing was over we had our presents, master giving to the men, and mistress to the women; then the slaves would go to their quarters and continue to dance the rest of the five or six days, and would sometimes dance until eight o’clock Sunday morning.  The cabins were mostly made of logs, and there were large cracks in them so that a person could see the light in them for miles in the night, and of course the sun’s rays would shine through them in the daytime, so on Sunday morning when they were dancing and did not want to stop you would see them filling up the cracks with old rags.  The idea was that it would not be Sunday inside if they kept the sun out, and thus they would not desecrate the Sabbath; and these things continued until the freedom of the slaves.

Perhaps my readers would like to know if most of the negroes were inclined to violate the Sabbath.  They were; as the masters would make them do unnecessary work, they got into the habit of disregarding the day as one for rest, and did many things Sunday that would not be allowed in the North.  At that time, if you should go through the South on those large cotton and rice plantations, while you would find some dancing on Sunday, others would be in the woods and fields hunting rabbits and other game, and some would be killing pigs belonging to their masters or neighbors.  I remember when a small boy I went into the woods one Sunday morning with one of my fellow negroes whose name was Munson, but we called him Pash, and we killed one of master’s pigs, hid it under the leaves until night, then took it home and dressed it.  That was the only time I killed a pig, but I knew of thousands of cases like this in the time of slavery.  But thank God, the year of Jubilee has come, and the negroes can return from dancing, from hunting, and from the master’s pig pens on Sundays and become observers of the Sabbath, of good moral habits and men of equal rights before the law.

PUNISHMENTS INFLICTED ON DIFFERENT ONES.

One of my fellow negroes, who belonged to Col.  M.R.  Singleton, visited the plantation of the Col.’s sister; the overseer of that plantation had forbidden strangers to go there, but this man, whose name was Harry, would go.  The overseer heard of him but could not catch him, but the overseer of master’s place sent him to Mr. Jackson (the overseer of master’s sister’s place).  Mr. Jackson tied him and hit him three hundred lashes and then said to him, “Harry, if you were not such a good nigger I should have given you a first class whipping, but as you are a good fellow, and I like you so well, I thought I would give you a light flogging now; you must be a good nigger and behave yourself, for if I ever have to take hold of you again, I shall give you a good whipping.”  When Mr. Jackson had loosed him from where he had tied him, Harry was so exhausted that he fell down, so Mr. Jackson sent him home in a cart, and he had to stay at home from work a month or two, and was never the same man again.

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