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Slave Life in Georgia - African American History

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<strong>Slave</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>Georgia</strong> 11<br />

many women and children, but none of these were cha<strong>in</strong>ed. The children<br />

seemed to be all above ten years of age, and I soon learnt that they had been<br />

purchased <strong>in</strong> different places, and were for the most part strangers to one<br />

another and to the negroes <strong>in</strong> the coffle. They were wait<strong>in</strong>g for F<strong>in</strong>ney to come<br />

up. I fell <strong>in</strong>to the rank, and we set off on our journey to <strong>Georgia</strong>.<br />

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24.03.2006<br />

CHAPTER III.<br />

I AM SOLD AGAIN. HOW I FARED.<br />

OUR journey lasted six weeks, as we made a good many stoppages by the way,<br />

to enable the speculator, F<strong>in</strong>ney, to buy up, and change away, and dispose of his<br />

slaves. I do not recollect the names of all the places we passed through. We<br />

crossed the Roanoke river by ferry, and went on to Halifax, and from there to<br />

Raleigh <strong>in</strong> North Carol<strong>in</strong>a. Several <strong>in</strong>cidents occurred on the road, of which I<br />

will relate only two.<br />

When I jo<strong>in</strong>ed the coffle, there was <strong>in</strong> it a negro woman named Critty, who had<br />

belonged to one Hugh Benford. She was married, <strong>in</strong> the way that slaves are, but<br />

as she had no children, she was compelled to take a second husband. Still she<br />

did not have any offspr<strong>in</strong>g. This displeased her master, who sold her to F<strong>in</strong>ney.<br />

Her anguish was <strong>in</strong>tense, and with<strong>in</strong> about four days from the time I saw her<br />

first, she died of grief. It happened <strong>in</strong> the night, whilst we were encamped <strong>in</strong> the<br />

woods. We set off <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g, leav<strong>in</strong>g<br />

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her body there. We noticed, however, that two of F<strong>in</strong>ney's associates rema<strong>in</strong>ed<br />

beh<strong>in</strong>d, as we conjectured to dispose of the corpse. They fetched up with us<br />

aga<strong>in</strong> about two hours after.<br />

The other <strong>in</strong>cident was the steal<strong>in</strong>g of a young negro girl. An old lady whose<br />

name I do not remember, and who was go<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to <strong>Georgia</strong>, travelled with the<br />

drove for the sake of society. She was accompanied by her wait<strong>in</strong>g-maid, a<br />

young woman about twenty years of age, and of smart appearance. When we<br />

stopped at night, the old lady would be driven to some planter's house to lodge,<br />

and her horses be sent back to feed with ours. The girl rema<strong>in</strong>ed with us. This<br />

was cheaper for the old lady than hav<strong>in</strong>g to pay for the keep of her horses and

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