louisa picquet, the octoroon: or inside views of - Negro Artist
louisa picquet, the octoroon: or inside views of - Negro Artist
louisa picquet, the octoroon: or inside views of - Negro Artist
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Louisa Picquet, <strong>the</strong> Oct<strong>or</strong>oon 20<br />
Q.--"Who do you mean by her relations?"<br />
A.--"Why Lucy's sister Judy, and Mr.--*<br />
* We have <strong>the</strong> name, but Mrs. P. dare not have it published, as <strong>the</strong> parties are<br />
still living, and she fears <strong>the</strong>y might shoot her.<br />
, who kept her. I tell you how he did: He bought Eley, Lucy's sister, first, and<br />
lived with her till she died. He had her learn to read and write, and taught her<br />
music, and done first rate by her. Then, when Eley died, he bought her sister,<br />
Judy, and is livin' with her yet. Then, when <strong>the</strong>y heard that Lucy was sold, all<br />
her sisters and bro<strong>the</strong>rs unite, sent on and bought her, and set her free."<br />
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24.03.2006<br />
CHAPTER VIII.<br />
OCTOROON LIFE IN NEW ORLEANS.<br />
Q.--"WELL, now tell me about your life in New Orleans."<br />
A.--"Well, when Mr. Williams bought me he told me where I was goin', to New<br />
Orleans, and what he bought me f<strong>or</strong>. Then I thought <strong>of</strong> what Mrs. Cook told me;<br />
and I thought, now I shall be committin' adultery, and <strong>the</strong>re's no chance f<strong>or</strong> me,<br />
and I'll have to die and be lost. Then I had this trouble with him and my soul <strong>the</strong><br />
whole time."<br />
Q.--"Did you ever say any thing to him about this trouble?"<br />
A.--"Yes, sir; I told him <strong>of</strong>ten. Then he would dam' at it. He said he had all that<br />
to answer f<strong>or</strong> himself. If I was only true to him, <strong>the</strong>n I could get religion--that<br />
needn't hinder me from gettin' religion. But I knew better than that. I thought it<br />
was <strong>of</strong> no use to be prayin', and livin' in sin<br />
"I begin <strong>the</strong>, to pray that he might die, so that I might get religion; and <strong>the</strong>n I<br />
promise <strong>the</strong> L<strong>or</strong>d one night, faithful, in prayer, if he would just take him out <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> way, I'd get religion and be true to Him as long as I lived. If Mr. Williams<br />
only knew that, and get up out <strong>of</strong> his grave, he'd beat me half to death. Then it<br />
was some time bef<strong>or</strong>e he got sick. Then, when he did get sick, he was sick<br />
nearly a year. Then he begin to get good, and talked kind to me. I could see<br />
<strong>the</strong>re was a change in him. He was not all <strong>the</strong> time accusin' me <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r people.<br />
Then, when I saw that he was sufferin' so, I begin to get s<strong>or</strong>ry, and begin to pray