He was shrewd; but I knew he was not to be trusted.  I told him I was ready to give my answer now.

“I will not receive it now,” he replied.  “You act too much from impulse.  Remember that you and your children can be free a week from to-day if you choose.”

On what a monstrous chance hung the destiny of my children!  I knew that my master’s offer was a snare, and that if I entered it escape would be impossible.  As for his promise, I knew him so well that I was sure if he gave me free papers, they would be so managed as to have no legal value.  The alternative was inevitable.  I resolved to go to the plantation.  But then I thought how completely I should be in his power, and the prospect was appalling.  Even if I should kneel before him, and implore him to spare me, for the sake of my children, I knew he would spurn me with his foot, and my weakness would be his triumph.

Before the week expired, I heard that young Mr. Flint was about to be married to a lady of his own stamp.  I foresaw the position I should occupy in his establishment.  I had once been sent to the plantation for punishment, and fear of the son had induced the father to recall me very soon.  My mind was made up; I was resolved that I would foil my master and save my children, or I would perish in the attempt.  I kept my plans to myself; I knew that friends would try to dissuade me from them, and I would not wound their feelings by rejecting their advice.

On the decisive day the doctor came, and said he hoped I had made a wise choice.

“I am ready to go to the plantation, sir,” I replied.

“Have you thought how important your decision is to your children?” said he.

I told him I had.

“Very well.  Go to the plantation, and my curse go with you,” he replied.  “Your boy shall be put to work, and he shall soon be sold; and your girl shall be raised for the purpose of selling well.  Go your own ways!” He left the room with curses, not to be repeated.

As I stood rooted to the spot, my grandmother came and said, “Linda, child, what did you tell him?”

I answered that I was going to the plantation.

“Must you go?” said she.  “Can’t something be done to stop it?”

I told her it was useless to try; but she begged me not to give up.  She said she would go to the doctor, and remind him how long and how faithfully she had served in the family, and how she had taken her own baby from her breast to nourish his wife.  She would tell him I had been out of the family so long they would not miss me; that she would pay them for my time, and the money would procure a woman who had more strength for the situation than I had.  I begged her not to go; but she persisted in saying, “He will listen to me, Linda.”  She went, and was treated as I expected.  He coolly listened to what she said, but denied her request.  He told her that what he did was for my good, that my feelings were entirely above my situation, and that on the plantation I would receive treatment that was suitable to my behavior.