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> 38<br />
24.03.2006<br />
me, he would not ask the men to hold me, for fear I should kill them, but used to<br />
creep up very slily,and hit me unawares, or throw sticks, chunks, and big stones<br />
at me, which sometimes hit and hurt me, and sometimes missed me and <strong>in</strong>jured<br />
another. All this I bore. I wanted to get a clear start, for my m<strong>in</strong>d was bent upon<br />
mak<strong>in</strong>g tracks for England, which I fancied was not very far away. So I put up<br />
with the flogg<strong>in</strong>gs and the ill-usage, and bided my time.<br />
I remember once he wanted to punish me for a spite he had. He and I had been<br />
watch<strong>in</strong>g each other a good many days, and I had contrived to dodge him out of<br />
his revenge.<br />
At length he <strong>in</strong>vited one Jessie Cleveland, who lived <strong>in</strong> De Calb county, and<br />
five or six more of his companions, to go a fish<strong>in</strong>g with him. He took me and<br />
the other negroes to draw the se<strong>in</strong>e<br />
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through the river. We were to fish at night, so we lighted a great fire on the<br />
bank, and whilst they sat down by it, dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g, and smok<strong>in</strong>g, and feast<strong>in</strong>g, we<br />
went on fish<strong>in</strong>g by torch-light. We rema<strong>in</strong>ed at it the whole night, and Stevens<br />
kept on forc<strong>in</strong>g us to dr<strong>in</strong>k rum until we were all drunk, like himself and his<br />
companions. At eight o'clock <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g we left off, and then, see<strong>in</strong>g I could<br />
not help myself by runn<strong>in</strong>g away, he set to and flogged me with a hickory rod:<br />
and how he did beat me that morn<strong>in</strong>g--oh dear!<br />
At length I determ<strong>in</strong>ed to be off. John Glasgow had been given away about two<br />
years before, to Stevens' son John. When he went I lost my only friend. But all<br />
he had told me rested on my m<strong>in</strong>d. My whole thoughts dwelt upon England, and<br />
as th<strong>in</strong>gs seemed to be gett<strong>in</strong>g worse with me, I considered the time was come<br />
for me to make a bold start for liberty.<br />
Accord<strong>in</strong>gly I laid <strong>in</strong>, by degrees, a stock of corn-bread, and hav<strong>in</strong>g obta<strong>in</strong>ed a<br />
forged pass from a poor white man, for which I gave him an old hen, I stole off<br />
one night, about two months after I had procured the pass, and made for the<br />
high road, which I thought would lead me straight to England. I walked on all<br />
night, and<br />
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when morn<strong>in</strong>g came hid myself <strong>in</strong> the wood, start<strong>in</strong>g aga<strong>in</strong> when it began to get<br />
dusk. I went on this way a great many nights, keep<strong>in</strong>g to the ma<strong>in</strong> road, and