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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> 48<br />

I thought I would go back next morn<strong>in</strong>g, as if he saw me, after ly<strong>in</strong>g out all<br />

night, he would believe I did not <strong>in</strong>tend runn<strong>in</strong>g off, as I had not taken<br />

advantage of that opportunity. It was a part of my calculation to run away under<br />

circumstances which should leave my master under the impression of my<br />

hav<strong>in</strong>g gone off <strong>in</strong> a fright. Had I disappeared without any apparently sufficient<br />

cause, a hue and cry would have been raised after me directly. So I returned<br />

home early on Sunday morn<strong>in</strong>g.<br />

When De Cator came round, a little later <strong>in</strong> the forenoon, and saw that I had not<br />

done my task, he began to swear at me dreadfully, and to threaten me. But I was<br />

a much stronger man than he, and if I looked as wicked as I felt, whilst he was<br />

abus<strong>in</strong>g me so, I th<strong>in</strong>k it must have been from fear he did not put his threats <strong>in</strong>to<br />

execution. I was a match for two such men as he, any day, and he knew it. He<br />

looked at me and at the bells and horns, which rema<strong>in</strong>ed stand<strong>in</strong>g by the corncrib,<br />

but I suppose he felt it was of no use for him to try to put them on aga<strong>in</strong><br />

without help. I quite believe he <strong>in</strong>tended to do so, <strong>in</strong> his sly way, by br<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g<br />

two or three of the hands <strong>in</strong> suddenly to seize and hold me<br />

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whilst he put them on. Any how, he made no attempt now, but kept on swear<strong>in</strong>g<br />

at and call<strong>in</strong>g me dreadful names. He presently shouted to M<strong>in</strong>ney, an old negro<br />

woman, and the mother of thirteen children, to come and do my work. The poor<br />

old creature began to run towards him, but she did not run fast enough to please<br />

him, so, stoop<strong>in</strong>g down, he picked up a huge white fl<strong>in</strong>t stone, and hove it at<br />

her. It struck her on the arm, and broke it just above the wrist. She shrieked out<br />

with the pa<strong>in</strong>, but that only made our savage master laugh. I would gladly have<br />

saved the old woman that blow, had it been <strong>in</strong> my power, for I felt that De Cator<br />

had vented upon her the spite he had aga<strong>in</strong>st me. I was, however, <strong>in</strong> danger<br />

myself, and see<strong>in</strong>g the other women come round the poor creature, I ran away<br />

and hid myself <strong>in</strong> the wood.<br />

I lay concealed here until dark, ponder<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> my m<strong>in</strong>d which way I should go. I<br />

at length resolved to take a road westward. I had come to know the road from<br />

Stevens' to Cass-ville, because we slaves used to have to take bacon to the<br />

Altoonah gold m<strong>in</strong>es to sell to the m<strong>in</strong>ers. Cass-ville must be quite two hundred<br />

miles from Millidgeville, and I knew every step of the road. We<br />

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24.03.2006

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