Slave Life in Georgia - African American History
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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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