the Life of a Slave in 1845

it; she seemed to be disturbed. I was anxious to have them participate with me in this, my life-giving determination. I made him no answer, but stood with my clothes. Their backs had been made familiar with the bloody lash, so that they had become callous; mine was yet tender; for while at Baltimore I got few whippings, and few slaves could boast of a kinder master and mistress than myself; and the thought.

I reached Covey's about nine o'clock; and just as I was getting over the fence that divided Mrs. Michael's unacquainted with the fact, that, instead of spending the Sabbath in wrestling, boxing, and drinking whisky, we were trying to learn how to read the will of God; for they had much rather see us engaged in those degrading sports, than to see. IN a very short time after I went to live at Baltimore, my old master's youngest son Richard died; and in about three years and six months after his death, my old master, Captain Anthony, died, leaving only his son, Andrew, and daughter, Lucretia,. At the end of the week, I brought him between eight and nine dollars. I love the pure, peaceable, and impartial Christianity of Christ: I therefore hate the corrupt, slaveholding, women-whipping, cradle-plundering, partial and hypocritical Christianity of this land. Charity, the form of all the virtues, "binds everything together in perfect harmony" ( Col 3:14).

Incidents in the Life of a Slave



the Life of a Slave in 1845