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> 53<br />
24.03.2006<br />
I knew he did not believe me, and that he saw I was tell<strong>in</strong>g him a lie; but I felt<br />
afraid to tell him the truth right out.<br />
"You're a runaway," he answered, almost directly. "Where have you come<br />
from?"<br />
I did not hesitate now to confess the fact; and as I thought he looked friendly, I<br />
told him my story from beg<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g to end, <strong>in</strong> as few words as<br />
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I could, he listen<strong>in</strong>g attentively all the while. When I had f<strong>in</strong>ished, he said:<br />
"You must n't stop here: it would be dangerous for both of us. You can sleep<br />
here to-night, however, and I will try to get you away <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g. But if you<br />
were seen, and it were found out I was help<strong>in</strong>g you off, it would break me up."<br />
Conclud<strong>in</strong>g I was hungry, he gave me some fried fish and some hoe-cake for<br />
supper. I need not say I ate heartily. We chatted for an hour or so, and I learnt<br />
his name, and that he was a free man from Ill<strong>in</strong>ois. I must not repeat his name,<br />
but if ever this book reaches him, he will remember me, and I wish him to know<br />
that I have always thought of him with gratitude for his k<strong>in</strong>dness to me that<br />
night, and for his fidelity to me <strong>in</strong> my sore trouble.<br />
He put me to sleep on his sofa, but I could not close my eyes for fear, as well as<br />
for a k<strong>in</strong>d of shiver<strong>in</strong>g, brought on by my long exposure to cold and wet. If I<br />
slept at all, it was only by snatches, so that I felt quite relieved when morn<strong>in</strong>g<br />
came. My benefactor then <strong>in</strong>formed me he had been mak<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>quiries, and there<br />
was a steamer ready to start for New Orleans, on board of which I must go. She<br />
was called the Neptune.<br />
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I did not desire any th<strong>in</strong>g better than to be off, fancy<strong>in</strong>g still that if I got safely<br />
to New Orleans I should f<strong>in</strong>d no difficulty <strong>in</strong> reach<strong>in</strong>g England. Accord<strong>in</strong>gly I<br />
jumped up, and after a hurried breakfast, made the best of my way to the quay,<br />
where I soon saw the steamer.<br />
I went straight on board, and saw the Capta<strong>in</strong>, to whom I repeated the story of<br />
my master's hav<strong>in</strong>g gone on to New Orleans; that I had missed him, and wanted<br />
to jo<strong>in</strong> him as soon as possible. He did not say much then, be<strong>in</strong>g very busy, and<br />
I went and stood aside, try<strong>in</strong>g to avoid notice. After we started, he began