A few years after, Major Berry’s widow married Robert Wash, an eminent lawyer, who afterwards became Judge of the Supreme Court.  One child was born to them, who, when she grew to womanhood, became Mrs. Francis W. Goode, whom I shall always hold in grateful remembrance as long as life lasts, and God bless her in her old age, is my fervent prayer for her kindness to me, a poor little slave girl!

We lived in the old “Wash” mansion some time after the marriage of the Judge, until their daughter Frances was born.  How well I remember those happy days!  Slavery had no horror then for me, as I played about the place, with the same joyful freedom as the little white children.  With mother, father and sister, a pleasant home and surroundings, what happier child than I!

As I carelessly played away the hours, mother’s smiles would fade away, and her brow contract into a heavy frown.  I wondered much thereat, but the time came—­ah! only too soon, when I learned the secret of her ever-changing face!

CHAPTER II.

Mrs. Wash lost her health, and, on the advice of a physician, went to Pensacola, Florida, accompanied by my mother.  There she died, and her body was brought back to St. Louis and there interred.  After Mrs. Wash’s death, the troubles of my parents and their children may be said to have really commenced.

Though in direct opposition to the will of Major Berry, my father’s quondam master and friend, Judge Wash tore my father from his wife and children and sold him “way down South!”

Slavery! cursed slavery! what crimes has it invoked! and, oh! what retribution has a righteous God visited upon these traders in human flesh!  The rivers of tears shed by us helpless ones, in captivity, were turned to lakes of blood!  How often have we cried in our anguish, “Oh!  Lord, how long, how long?” But the handwriting was on the wall, and tardy justice came at last and avenged the woes of an oppressed race!  Chickamauga, Shiloh, Atlanta and Gettysburgh, spoke in thunder tones!  John Brown’s body had indeed marched on, and we, the ransomed ones, glorify God and dedicate ourselves to His service, and acknowledge His greatness and goodness in rescuing us from such bondage as parts husband from wife, the mother from her children, aye, even the babe from her breast!

Major Berry’s daughter Mary, shortly after, married H. S. Cox, of Philadelphia, and they went to that city to pass their honeymoon, taking my sister Nancy with them as waiting-maid.  When my father was sold South, my mother registered a solemn vow that her children should not continue in slavery all their lives, and she never spared an opportunity to impress it upon us, that we must get our freedom whenever the chance offered.  So here was an unlooked-for avenue of escape which presented much that was favorable in carrying out her desire to see Nancy a free woman.

Having been brought up in a free State, mother had learned much to her advantage, which would have been impossible in a slave State, and which she now proposed to turn to account for the benefit of her daughter.  So mother instructed my sister not to return with Mr. and Mrs. Cox, but to run away, as soon as chance offered, to Canada, where a friend of our mother’s lived who was also a runaway slave, living in freedom and happiness in Toronto.