My master being a political demagogue, soon found those who were ready to put him into office, for the favors he could render them; and a few years after his arrival in Missouri, he was elected to a seat in the Legislature.  In his absence from home, everything was left in charge of Mr. Cook, the overseer, and he soon became more tyrannical and cruel.  Among the slaves on the plantation, was one by the name of Randall.  He was a man about six feet high, and well-proportioned, and known as a man of great strength and power.  He was considered the most valuable and able-bodied slave on the plantation; but no matter how good or useful a slave may be, he seldom escapes the lash.  But it was not so with Randall.  He had been on the plantation since my earliest recollection, and I had never known of his being flogged.  No thanks were due to the master or overseer for this.  I have often heard him declare, that no white man should ever whip him—­that he would die first.

Cook, from the time that he came upon the plantation, had frequently declared, that he could and would flog any nigger that was put into the field to work under him.  My master had repeatedly told him not to attempt to whip Randall, but he was determined to try it.  As soon as he was left sole dictator, he thought the time had come to put his threats into execution.  He soon began to find fault with Randall, and threatened to whip him, if he did not do better.  One day he gave him a very hard task,—­more than he could possibly do; and at night, the task not being performed, he told Randall that he should remember him the next morning.  On the following morning, after the hands had taken breakfast, Cook called out to Randall, and told him that he intended to whip him, and ordered him to cross his hands and be tied.  Randall asked why he wished to whip him.  He answered, because he had not finished his task the day before.  Randall said that the task was too great, or he should have done it.  Cook said it made no difference,—­he should whip him.  Randall stood silent for a moment, and then said, “Mr. Cook, I have always tried to please you since you have been on the plantation, and I find you are determined not to be satisfied with my work, let me do as well as I may.  No man has laid hands on me, to whip me, for the last ten years, and I have long since come to the conclusion not to be whipped by any man living.”  Cook, finding by Randall’s determined look and gestures, that he would resist, called three of the hands from their work, and commanded them to seize Randall, and tie him.  The hands stood still;—­they knew Randall—­and they also knew him to be a powerful man, and were afraid to grapple with him.  As soon as Cook had ordered the men to seize him, Randall turned to them, and said—­“Boys, you all know me; you know that I can handle any three of you, and the man that lays hands on me shall die.  This white man can’t whip me himself, and therefore he has called you to help him.”  The overseer was unable to prevail upon them to seize and secure Randall, and finally ordered them all to go to their work together.