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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 />

24.03.2006

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