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> 70<br />
because it happened on a certa<strong>in</strong> Saturday night, when I had made preparations<br />
to run off on the Sunday, and I was compelled <strong>in</strong>stead, to set to splitt<strong>in</strong>g timber<br />
to make the fence good. By "preparations," I mean that I had been look<strong>in</strong>g out<br />
for chances, and made up a plan <strong>in</strong> my m<strong>in</strong>d for tak<strong>in</strong>g a fresh start.<br />
Jepsey James had all along <strong>in</strong>spired me with dread, and my old determ<strong>in</strong>ation to<br />
get away from slavery had been quickened by sundry conversations I overhead<br />
on several occasions, all hav<strong>in</strong>g reference to me.<br />
One day master came <strong>in</strong> with a "nigger hunter" and his six dogs. He wished to<br />
frighten me: at least I concluded so. I had been sullen for some days, and he had<br />
observed it. On this occasion, he addressed one of the hands named Amos:<br />
"Amos," he said, "when are any of you niggers go<strong>in</strong>g to run off aga<strong>in</strong>?"<br />
"We does n't want to run away, Sir," Amos answered.<br />
"Oh yes you do," said master. "You'd better run off, some of you. We've got<br />
some of the right k<strong>in</strong>d of dogs now to fetch you back, quicker a heap than you<br />
can run a-head. You'd<br />
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better start, some of you. In less than two days we'll br<strong>in</strong>g you back."<br />
He looked at me very hard and suspiciously whilst he spoke: so, said I to<br />
myself:<br />
"Old fellow, you're speak<strong>in</strong>g at me, I know. But I'll give you and your dogs a<br />
chance to track me yet, any how."<br />
On another occasion I overheard him speak<strong>in</strong>g to his son John, with whom, by<br />
the way, I was a bit of a favourite. He said I looked hard, as though I should<br />
give him some trouble to break me <strong>in</strong>. He added that I must be flogged, to see<br />
how I should stand it, and that it would have to be done before the summer<br />
came on, or the bushes sprouted <strong>in</strong>to leaf, as, if I were flogged then, and should<br />
run off, it would be more difficult to f<strong>in</strong>d me out.<br />
These conversations did not hold out a very encourag<strong>in</strong>g prospect for me, and I<br />
therefore determ<strong>in</strong>ed to be off as soon as I could. I arranged my plan <strong>in</strong> my<br />
head, which was to keep up the Mississippi, and make for the North as rapidly<br />
as possible. I only now waited for the favourable moment to start.<br />
24.03.2006