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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> 47<br />

any description I could give of my suffer<strong>in</strong>gs dur<strong>in</strong>g this time would convey any<br />

th<strong>in</strong>g approach<strong>in</strong>g to a fa<strong>in</strong>t idea of them. Let alone that their weight made my<br />

head and neck ache dreadfully, especially when I stooped to my work, at night I<br />

could not lie down to rest, because the horns prevented my stretch<strong>in</strong>g myself, or<br />

even curl<strong>in</strong>g myself up; so I was obliged to sleep crouch<strong>in</strong>g. Of course it was<br />

impossible for me to attempt to remove them, or to get away, though I still held<br />

to my resolution to make another venture as soon as I could see my way of<br />

do<strong>in</strong>g it. Indeed, dur<strong>in</strong>g those three long months, I thought more of John<br />

Glasgow, and gett<strong>in</strong>g off to England, than I had ever done all the time before,<br />

with such a firm purpose. I collected and arranged <strong>in</strong> my m<strong>in</strong>d all the scraps of<br />

<strong>in</strong>formation I had been able to procure from others, or that I had acquired<br />

myself; and concealed, <strong>in</strong> the trunk of an old tree, a bundle of clothes and a fl<strong>in</strong>t<br />

and steel and t<strong>in</strong>der-horn: for though my case seemed desperate, I clung to hope,<br />

with a tenacity which now surprises me. It was a blessed consolation, and only<br />

for it I must have died.<br />

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CHAPTER X.<br />

I MAKE ANOTHER ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE.<br />

I OWE it to an accidental circumstance that I got rid, at last, of my<br />

uncomfortable head-dress.<br />

After wear<strong>in</strong>g it for about three months, I was set to pack corn <strong>in</strong>to a crib. The<br />

bells and horns, however, prevented me from gett<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to the crib, so De Cator<br />

took them off, and set them down by the side of the corn-crib, ready for me to<br />

have them on aga<strong>in</strong>. It was one Saturday even<strong>in</strong>g, and I had heard there was<br />

go<strong>in</strong>g to be a camp-meet<strong>in</strong>g a little way off. To this I determ<strong>in</strong>ed to go. I had<br />

frequently heard of these meet<strong>in</strong>gs, and often longed to attend one of them, but<br />

had never yet done so. Instead of pack<strong>in</strong>g the corn, as I was bidden, I took the<br />

opportunity--be<strong>in</strong>g now released from my bells and horns--to go to the campmeet<strong>in</strong>g,<br />

where I rema<strong>in</strong>ed all night. Whilst there I turned over <strong>in</strong> my m<strong>in</strong>d the<br />

chances I had of escap<strong>in</strong>g, and concluded the favourable time had come for me<br />

to renew my attempt. In order to throw Stevens off his guard,<br />

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24.03.2006

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