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> 31<br />
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aga<strong>in</strong>st the parties who owed him the money. On their side, they bribed the<br />
lawyers, besides sett<strong>in</strong>g them aga<strong>in</strong>st Morgan by say<strong>in</strong>g that he was a friend of<br />
the niggers; so he could not get his case fairly heard. In this way they kept the<br />
suits go<strong>in</strong>g on, until Morgan's means were exhausted, and he was thrown out of<br />
court, be<strong>in</strong>g unable to go on any further. So he was completely ru<strong>in</strong>ed.<br />
He now had noth<strong>in</strong>g to live upon, and at last was compelled to do as the other<br />
poor whites did; that is, to depend chiefly upon the coloured people. One day he<br />
came round to the back of our farm, where we were plough<strong>in</strong>g. A man named<br />
Jack, one of our fellow-slaves, was driv<strong>in</strong>g the team, and as he turned the<br />
horses' heads, Morgan tapped the fence with a stick, to attract his notice. Jack<br />
stopped, and Morgan then asked him whether he could not get him a little corn.<br />
Jack said "Yes," and they agreed that he should br<strong>in</strong>g it round <strong>in</strong> a sack on a<br />
certa<strong>in</strong> night, to a place they named. Morgan then went away. Jack, however,<br />
wanted somebody to help him, so he asked another man of the name of March,<br />
whether he would lend a hand, and he should have a share. March promised, but<br />
<strong>in</strong>stead of<br />
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do<strong>in</strong>g it, he told Stevens, <strong>in</strong> order that he might make a friend of him and not get<br />
flogged so often. Stevens laid his plans accord<strong>in</strong>gly.<br />
About three days after, Stevens called me to him. It was <strong>in</strong> the even<strong>in</strong>g, and<br />
quite dark: that is, there was no moon, but the stars were sh<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g brightly. He<br />
had his gun <strong>in</strong> his hand, and he bade me take a stout hickory club, and follow<br />
him. We went on till we came to a certa<strong>in</strong> place on the highway, where we got<br />
<strong>in</strong>to the bushes and hid ourselves. We had la<strong>in</strong> there about half an hour when we<br />
heard footsteps. I knew they were Jack's, and could tell he carried a load. Jack<br />
stopped near where we were, and we saw he had a sack of corn. He set down<br />
the sack, but we did not take any heed of him. Presently we heard somebody<br />
else com<strong>in</strong>g. I felt very bad then, for I knew it was Morgan, and that there<br />
would be a scuffle. As soon as he and Jack met, my master poked me with the<br />
muzzle of his gun, and whispered me to leap out of the bushes <strong>in</strong>to the road and<br />
lay hold of Morgan. I was obliged to do his bidd<strong>in</strong>g, know<strong>in</strong>g he had his gun,<br />
and fear<strong>in</strong>g he would shoot me if I did not obey him. As soon as Jack heard a<br />
noise <strong>in</strong> the bushes, he ran off, and the next moment I<br />
24.03.2006