The early years of my life, which were spent in the little cabin, were not very different from those of thousands of other slaves.  My mother, of course, had little time in which to give attention to the training of her children during the day.  She snatched a few moments for our care in the early morning before her work began, and at night after the day’s work was done.  One of my earliest recollections is that of my mother cooking a chicken late at night, and awakening her children for the purpose of feeding them.  How or where she got it I do not know.  I presume, however, it was procured from our owner’s farm.  Some people may call this theft.  If such a thing were to happen now, I should condemn it as theft myself.  But taking place at the time it did, and for the reason that it did, no one could ever make me believe that my mother was guilty of thieving.  She was simply a victim of the system of slavery.  I cannot remember having slept in a bed until after our family was declared free by the Emancipation Proclamation.  Three children—­John, my older brother, Amanda, my sister, and myself—­had a pallet on the dirt floor, or, to be more correct, we slept in and on a bundle of filthy rags laid upon the dirt floor.

I was asked not long ago to tell something about the sports and pastimes that I engaged in during my youth.  Until that question was asked it had never occurred to me that there was no period of my life that was devoted to play.  From the time that I can remember anything, almost every day of my life had been occupied in some kind of labour; though I think I would now be a more useful man if I had had time for sports.  During the period that I spent in slavery I was not large enough to be of much service, still I was occupied most of the time in cleaning the yards, carrying water to the men in the fields, or going to the mill to which I used to take the corn, once a week, to be ground.  The mill was about three miles from the plantation.  This work I always dreaded.  The heavy bag of corn would be thrown across the back of the horse, and the corn divided about evenly on each side; but in some way, almost without exception, on these trips, the corn would so shift as to become unbalanced and would fall off the horse, and often I would fall with it.  As I was not strong enough to reload the corn upon the horse, I would have to wait, sometimes for many hours, till a chance passer-by came along who would help me out of my trouble.  The hours while waiting for some one were usually spent in crying.  The time consumed in this way made me late in reaching the mill, and by the time I got my corn ground and reached home it would be far into the night.  The road was a lonely one, and often led through dense forests.  I was always frightened.  The woods were said to be full of soldiers who had deserted from the army, and I had been told that the first thing a deserter did to a Negro boy when he found him alone was to cut off his ears.  Besides, when I was late in getting home I knew I would always get a severe scolding or a flogging.