and earth that he would compel me to submit to him.  If I went out for a breath of fresh air, after a day of unwearied toil, his footsteps dogged me.  If I knelt by my mother’s grave, his dark shadow fell on me even there.  The light heart which nature had given me became heavy with sad forebodings.  The other slaves in my master’s house noticed the change.  Many of them pitied me; but none dared to ask the cause.  They had no need to inquire.  They knew too well the guilty practices under that roof; and they were aware that to speak of them was an offence that never went unpunished.

I longed for some one to confide in.  I would have given the world to have laid my head on my grandmother’s faithful bosom, and told her all my troubles.  But Dr. Flint swore he would kill me, if I was not as silent as the grave.  Then, although my grandmother was all in all to me, I feared her as well as loved her.  I had been accustomed to look up to her with a respect bordering upon awe.  I was very young, and felt shamefaced about telling her such impure things, especially as I knew her to be very strict on such subjects.  Moreover, she was a woman of a high spirit.  She was usually very quiet in her demeanor; but if her indignation was once roused, it was not very easily quelled.  I had been told that she once chased a white gentleman with a loaded pistol, because he insulted one of her daughters.  I dreaded the consequences of a violent outbreak; and both pride and fear kept me silent.  But though I did not confide in my grandmother, and even evaded her vigilant watchfulness and inquiry, her presence in the neighborhood was some protection to me.  Though she had been a slave, Dr. Flint was afraid of her.  He dreaded her scorching rebukes.  Moreover, she was known and patronized by many people; and he did not wish to have his villany made public.  It was lucky for me that I did not live on a distant plantation, but in a town not so large that the inhabitants were ignorant of each other’s affairs.  Bad as are the laws and customs in a slaveholding community, the doctor, as a professional man, deemed it prudent to keep up some outward show of decency.

O, what days and nights of fear and sorrow that man caused me!  Reader, it is not to awaken sympathy for myself that I am telling you truthfully what I suffered in slavery.  I do it to kindle a flame of compassion in your hearts for my sisters who are still in bondage, suffering as I once suffered.

I once saw two beautiful children playing together.  One was a fair white child; the other was her slave, and also her sister.  When I saw them embracing each other, and heard their joyous laughter, I turned sadly away from the lovely sight.  I foresaw the inevitable blight that would fall on the little slave’s heart.  I knew how soon her laughter would be changed to sighs.  The fair child grew up to be a still fairer woman.  From childhood to womanhood her pathway was blooming with flowers, and overarched by a sunny sky.  Scarcely one day of her life had been clouded when the sun rose on her happy bridal morning.