The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 66, April, 1863 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 305 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 66, April, 1863.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 66, April, 1863 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 305 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 66, April, 1863.

“Then the Lord said to me, ’Git up two or three hours afore daylight, an’ start off.’

“An’ says I, ’Thank ‘ee, Lord! that’s a good thought.’

“So up I got, about three o’clock in the mornin’, an’ I started an’ travelled pretty fast, till, when the sun rose, I was clear away from our place an’ our folks, an’ out o’ sight.  An’ then I begun to think I didn’t know nothin’ where to go.  So I kneeled down, and says I,—­

“‘Well, Lord, you’ve started me out, an’ now please to show me where to go.’

“Then the Lord made a house appear to me, an’ He said to me that I was to walk on till I saw that house, an’ then go in an’ ask the people to take me.  An’ I travelled all day, an’ didn’t come to the house till late at night; but when I saw it, sure enough, I went in, an’ I told the folks that the Lord sent me; an’ they was Quakers, an’ real kind they was to me.  They jes’ took me in, an’ did for me as kind as ef I’d been one of ’em; an’ after they’d giv me supper, they took me into a room where there was a great, tall, white bed; an’ they told me to sleep there.  Well, honey, I was kind o’ skeered when they left me alone with that great white bed; ’cause I never had been in a bed in my life.  It never came into my mind they could mean me to sleep in it.  An’ so I jes’ camped down under it, on the floor, an’ then I slep’ pretty well.  In the mornin’, when they came in, they asked me of I hadn’t been asleep; an’ I said, ‘Yes, I never slep’ better.’  An’ they said, ’Why, you haven’t been in the bed!’ An’ says I, ‘Laws, you didn’t think o’ sech a thing as my sleepin’ in dat ‘ar’ bed, did you?  I never heerd o’ sech a thing in my life.’

“Well, ye see, honey, I stayed an’ lived with ’em.  An’ now jes’ look here:  instead o’ keepin’ my promise an’ bein’ good, as I told the Lord I would, jest as soon as everything got a-goin’ easy, I forgot all about God.

“Pretty well don’t need no help; an’ I gin up prayin.’  I lived there two or three years, an’ then the slaves in New York were all set free, an’ ole massa came to our house to make a visit, an’ he asked me ef I didn’t want to go back an’ see the folks on the ole place.  An’ I told him I did.  So he said, ef I’d jes’ git into the wagon with him, he’d carry me over.  Well, jest as I was goin’ out to git into the wagon, I met God! an’ says I, ‘O God, I didn’t know as you was so great!’ An’ I turned right round an’ come into the house, an’ set down in my room; for ’t was God all around me.  I could feel it burnin’, burnin’, burnin’ all around me, an’ goin’ through me; an’ I saw I was so wicked, it seemed as ef it would burn me up.  An’ I said, ’O somebody, somebody, stand between God an’ me! for it burns me!’ Then, honey, when I said so, I felt as it were somethin’ like an amberill [umbrella] that came between me an’ the light, an’ I felt it was somebody,—­somebody that stood between me an’ God; an’ it felt cool, like a shade; an’ says I, ’Who’s

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