During the long nights I was restless for want of air, and I had no room to toss and turn.  There was but one compensation; the atmosphere was so stifled that even mosquitos would not condescend to buzz in it.  With all my detestation of Dr. Flint, I could hardly wish him a worse punishment, either in this world or that which is to come, than to suffer what I suffered in one single summer.  Yet the laws allowed him to be out in the free air, while I, guiltless of crime, was pent up here, as the only means of avoiding the cruelties the laws allowed him to inflict upon me!  I don’t know what kept life within me.  Again and again, I thought I should die before long; but I saw the leaves of another autumn whirl through the air, and felt the touch of another winter.  In summer the most terrible thunder storms were acceptable, for the rain came through the roof, and I rolled up my bed that it might cool the hot boards under it.  Later in the season, storms sometimes wet my clothes through and through, and that was not comfortable when the air grew chilly.  Moderate storms I could keep out by filling the chinks with oakum.

But uncomfortable as my situation was, I had glimpses of things out of doors, which made me thankful for my wretched hiding-place.  One day I saw a slave pass our gate, muttering, “It’s his own, and he can kill it if he will.”  My grandmother told me that woman’s history.  Her mistress had that day seen her baby for the first time, and in the lineaments of its fair face she saw a likeness to her husband.  She turned the bondwoman and her child out of doors, and forbade her ever to return.  The slave went to her master, and told him what had happened.  He promised to talk with her mistress, and make it all right.  The next day she and her baby were sold to a Georgia trader.

Another time I saw a woman rush wildly by, pursued by two men.  She was a slave, the wet nurse of her mistress’s children.  For some trifling offence her mistress ordered her to be stripped and whipped.  To escape the degradation and the torture, she rushed to the river, jumped in, and ended her wrongs in death.

Senator Brown, of Mississippi, could not be ignorant of many such facts as these, for they are of frequent occurrence in every Southern State.  Yet he stood up in the Congress of the United States, and declared that slavery was “a great moral, social, and political blessing; a blessing to the master, and a blessing to the slave!”

I suffered much more during the second winter than I did during the first.  My limbs were benumbed by inaction, and the cold filled them with cramp.  I had a very painful sensation of coldness in my head; even my face and tongue stiffened, and I lost the power of speech.  Of course it was impossible, under the circumstances, to summon any physician.  My brother William came and did all he could for me.  Uncle Phillip also watched tenderly over me; and poor grandmother crept up and down to inquire whether there