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> 40<br />
and Ohio. He said he would number each, so that I might not mistake one for<br />
the other, and he advised me to throw them away, one by one, after they had<br />
served my turn. At length I agreed to go home with him. I rema<strong>in</strong>ed there until<br />
night. His name was Posey, I afterwards learned. He went away <strong>in</strong> the early part<br />
of the even<strong>in</strong>g to fetch the passes, as he said; but as the time wore on without his<br />
mak<strong>in</strong>g his appearance, I began to get uncomfortable. I was ponder<strong>in</strong>g what I<br />
should do, when he suddenly came <strong>in</strong>, with five other men hav<strong>in</strong>g guns. Then I<br />
knew I had been betrayed, and must give up.<br />
The first th<strong>in</strong>g Posey did was to bid me cross my hands before me. I did so. He<br />
then took a log cha<strong>in</strong> and fastened it round my leg. When he had me fast, he<br />
began to question me <strong>in</strong> his old rough way.<br />
"Who do you belong to, Sir?" he said.<br />
I told him that De Cator Stevens was my master.<br />
"Where does he live?" he asked then.<br />
"In <strong>Georgia</strong>, Sir," I answered.<br />
"Then what are you do<strong>in</strong>g here?" was his next question.<br />
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"I got lost, Sir," I replied.<br />
"Oh! You got lost, did you?" he said. "And pray, Sir, did you come here on<br />
purpose to get lost?"<br />
"No, Sir," I answered. "I got lost before I got here. I got lost before I saw you."<br />
They consulted together a few m<strong>in</strong>utes, and then one of them said they would<br />
put me <strong>in</strong> a safe place where I should not "get lost very soon," and where the<br />
dogs could not catch me. We all set out together then, and I soon found I was<br />
go<strong>in</strong>g to be taken to the jail. I now began to consider whether I might not get out<br />
of their hands if I tried, for my m<strong>in</strong>d was quite made up not to give up the hope<br />
of effect<strong>in</strong>g my escape, so long as I saw there rema<strong>in</strong>ed ever so slight a chance<br />
<strong>in</strong> my favour. I therefore began to talk with my captors, one of whom was<br />
named Wigg<strong>in</strong>s, and another Arres. I told them I thought they were go<strong>in</strong>g to do<br />
a very foolish th<strong>in</strong>g by tak<strong>in</strong>g me to jail. If they put me there, and sent for my<br />
master, he would pay them for catch<strong>in</strong>g me, but he would have to give the jailer<br />
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