Slave Life in Georgia - African American History
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> 28<br />
24.03.2006<br />
consented to run off with Buck. We started one night, walk<strong>in</strong>g on as fast as we<br />
could, until daylight, when we took to the woods and lay down to rest. I cannot<br />
say how far we went, for I was ignorant of that part of the country. I know it<br />
was a long way, for we were out some days, walk<strong>in</strong>g at night, and hid<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the<br />
woods and swamps by day. At last, however, we reached the station Buck Hurd<br />
had been mak<strong>in</strong>g for, and there we heard that Murrell had been found out and<br />
was then <strong>in</strong> the States' prison. This frightened Buck, who said I must go back. I<br />
agreed to do so if he would get my master to promise not to flog me. To this he<br />
consented, and we made our way for<br />
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home. On the road, however, Buck called at his own house, and took a gun and<br />
a dog, to make it appear as though he had been out nigger hunt<strong>in</strong>g and caught<br />
me. At any rate he told Stevens so when we got to the house, and Stevens<br />
believed him and paid him thirty dollars for catch<strong>in</strong>g and br<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g me home.<br />
Before he gave me up, he made me promise I would not run away any more.<br />
This I did, tell<strong>in</strong>g a downright lie, for I meant runn<strong>in</strong>g off if ever I got the<br />
chance. However, I did not get flogged that time, and thought I had been very<br />
lucky.<br />
I may here state that negro steal<strong>in</strong>g is quite a trade <strong>in</strong> the States, and that it is<br />
carried on to a great extent.<br />
Not very long after this, Stevens was struck with paralysis. He lost the use of<br />
one side, and of his speech. I was called <strong>in</strong> to watch and tend him, but I did not<br />
th<strong>in</strong>k it my duty to understand all he tried to say. This made him very savage.<br />
He would sometimes get my hand between his foot and the bed, and try to gr<strong>in</strong>d<br />
the bones. When the "people" learnt he was not likely to recover, they were<br />
much pleased, and used to be very merry at quarters, for they knew they could<br />
not have a worse master At last he<br />
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died, and very glad we all were. I know I was; and even now, at this distance of<br />
time, when my troubles are all over, I cannot help feel<strong>in</strong>g that the world was<br />
well rid of him. I only hope he did not go where there is any chance of my<br />
meet<strong>in</strong>g with him aga<strong>in</strong>. He was buried, any how, nobody regrett<strong>in</strong>g him; not<br />
even his old dog, who wagged his tail when the coff<strong>in</strong> went by his kennel.<br />
He left his property to his son De Cator Stevens.