a noise behind me, on the road which ran by the side of the canal.  I turned to look, and saw a gang of slaves coming.  When they came up to me, one of them cried out, ‘Moses, my dear!’ I wondered who among them should know me, and found it was my wife.  She cried out to me, ‘I am gone!’ I was struck with consternation.  Mr. Rogerson was with them, on his horse, armed with pistols.  I said to him, ’For God’s sake, have you bought my wife?’ He said he had; when I asked him what she had done, he said she had done nothing, but that her master wanted money.  He drew out a pistol, and said that, if I went near the wagon on which she was, he would shoot me.  I asked for leave to shake hands with her, which he refused, but said I might stand at a distance and talk with her.  My heart was so full that I could say very little.  I asked leave to give her a dram.  He told Mr. Burgess, the man who was with him, to get down and carry it to her.  I gave her the little money I had in my pocket, and bade her farewell.  I have never seen or heard of her from that day to this.  I loved her as I loved my life.

Mr. Grice found that I served him faithfully.  He and my young mistress, his wife, advised me, as I was getting money fast, to try to buy myself.  By their advice, I asked my master what he would take for me.  He wanted $800; and, when I said that was too much, he replied, he could get $1000 for me any minute.  Mr. Grice afterwards went with me to him; he said to him that I had already been more profitable to him than any five others of his negroes, and reminded him that we had been playfellows.  In this way he got him to consent to take $600 for me.  I then went heartily to work, and, whenever I paid him for my time, I paid him something, also, towards my freedom, for which he gave me receipts.  When I made him the last payment of the $600 for my freedom, he tore up all the receipts.  I told him he ought not to have done so; he replied it did not signify, for, as soon as court day came, he should give me my free papers.  On Monday, in court week, I went to him; he was playing at billiards, and would not go with me, but told me to come again the next day; the next day he did the same, and so on daily.  I went to his sister, Mrs. Grice, and told her I feared that he did not mean to give them to me; she said she feared so too, and sent for him.  He was a very wicked young man; he came, and cursed her, and went out of the house.  Mr. Grice was from home; on his return, he went to my master, and told him he ought to give me my free papers; that I had paid for myself, and it was court week, so that there was no excuse.  He promised he would; instead of which, he rode away and kept away till court was over.  Before the next court came, he sold me to Mr. Trewitt for $600.