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.

The next morning I was called to carry a pair of scissors to his room.  I laid them on the table, with the letter beside them.  He thought it was my answer, and did not call me back.  I went as usual to attend my young mistress to and from school.  He met me in the street, and ordered me to stop at his office on my way back.  When I entered, he showed me his letter, and asked me why I had not answered it.  I replied, “I am your daughter’s property, and it is in your power to send me, or take me, wherever you please.”  He said he was very glad to find me so willing to go, and that we should start early in the autumn.  He had a large practice in the town, and I rather thought he had made up the story merely to frighten me.  However that might be, I was determined that I would never go to Louisiana with him.

Summer passed away, and early in the autumn Dr. Flint’s eldest son was sent to Louisiana to examine the country, with a view to emigrating.  That news did not disturb me.  I knew very well that I should not be sent with him.  That I had not been taken to the plantation before this time, was owing to the fact that his son was there.  He was jealous of his son; and jealousy of the overseer had kept him from punishing me by sending me into the fields to work.  Is it strange, that I was not proud of these protectors?  As for the overseer, he was a man for whom I had less respect than I had for a bloodhound.

Young Mr. Flint did not bring back a favorable report of Louisiana, and I heard no more of that scheme.  Soon after this, my lover met me at the corner of the street, and I stopped to speak to him.  Looking up, I saw my master watching us from his window.  I hurried home, trembling with fear.  I was sent for, immediately, to go to his room.  He met me with a blow.  “When is mistress to be married?” said he, in a sneering tone.  A shower of oaths and imprecations followed.  How thankful I was that my lover was a free man! that my tyrant had no power to flog him for speaking to me in the street!

Again and again I revolved in my mind how all this would end.  There was no hope that the doctor would consent to sell me on any terms.  He had an iron will, and was determined to keep me, and to conquer me.  My lover was an intelligent and religious man.  Even if he could have obtained permission to marry me while I was a slave, the marriage would give him no power to protect me from my master.  It would have made him miserable to witness the insults I should have been subjected to.  And then, if we had children, I knew they must “follow the condition of the mother.”  What a terrible blight that would be on the heart of a free, intelligent father!  For his sake, I felt that I ought not to link his fate with my own unhappy destiny.  He was going to Savannah to see about a little property left him by an uncle; and hard as it was to bring my feelings to it, I earnestly entreated him not to come back.  I advised him to go to the Free States, where his tongue would not be tied, and where his intelligence would be of more avail to him.  He left me, still hoping the day would come when I could be bought.  With me the lamp of hope had gone out.  The dream of my girlhood was over.  I felt lonely and desolate.

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