The Narrative of Lunsford Lane, Formerly of Raleigh, N.C. eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 53 pages of information about The Narrative of Lunsford Lane, Formerly of Raleigh, N.C..

The Narrative of Lunsford Lane, Formerly of Raleigh, N.C. eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 53 pages of information about The Narrative of Lunsford Lane, Formerly of Raleigh, N.C..
to perform.  Almost every article of clothing worn either by my wife or children, especially every article of much value, I had to purchase; while the food he furnished the family amounted to less than a meal a day, and that of the coarser kind.  I have no remembrance that he ever gave us a blanket or any other article of bedding, although it is considered a rule at the South that the master shall furnish each of his slaves with one blanket a year.  So that, both as to food and clothing, I had in fact to support both my wife and the children, while he claimed them as his property, and received all their labor.  She was house servant to Mr. Smith, sometimes cooked the food for his family, and usually took it from the table, but her mistress was so particular in giving it out to be cooked, or so watched it, that she always knew whether it was all returned; and when the table was cleared away, the stern old lady would sit by and see that every dish (except the very little she would send into the kitchen) was put away, and then she would turn the key upon it, so as to be sure her slaves should not die of gluttony.  This practice is common with some families in that region; but with others it is not.  It was not so in that of her less pious master, Mr. Boylan, nor was it precisely so at my master’s.  We used to have corn bread enough, and some meat.  When I was a boy, the pot-liquor, in which the meat was boiled for the “great house,” together with some little corn-meal balls that had been thrown in just before the meat was done, was poured into a tray and set in the middle of the yard, and a clam shell or pewter spoon given to each of us children, who would fall upon the delicious fare as greedily as pigs.  It was not generally so much as we wanted, consequently it was customary for some of the white persons who saw us from the piazza of the house where they were sitting, to order the more stout and greedy ones to eat slower, that those more young and feeble might have a chance.  But it was not so with Mr. Smith:  such luxuries were more than he could afford, kind and Christian man as he was considered to be.  So that by the expense of providing for my wife and children, all the money I had earned and could earn by my night labor was consumed, till I found myself reduced to five dollars, and this I lost one day in going to the plantation.  My light of hope now went out.  My prop seemed to have given way from under me.  Sunk in the very night of despair respecting my freedom, I discovered myself, as though I had never known it before, a husband, the father of two children, a family looking up to me for bread, and I a slave, penniless, and well watched by my master, his wife and his children, lest I should, perchance, catch the friendly light of the stars to make something in order to supply the cravings of nature in those with whom my soul was bound up; or lest some plan of freedom might lead me to trim the light of diligence after the day’s labor was over, while the rest of the world were enjoying the hours in pleasure or sleep.

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