We were all ranked together at the valuation.  Men and women, old and young, married and single, were ranked with horses, sheep, and swine.  There were horses and men, cattle and women, pigs and children, all holding the same rank in the scale of being, and were all subjected to the same narrow examination.  Silvery-headed age and sprightly youth, maids and matrons, had to undergo the same indelicate inspection.  At this moment, I saw more clearly than ever the brutalizing effects of slavery upon both slave and slaveholder.

After the valuation, then came the division.  I have no language to express the high excitement and deep anxiety which were felt among us poor slaves during this time.  Our fate for life was now to be decided. we had no more voice in that decision than the brutes among whom we were ranked.  A single word from the white men was enough—­against all our wishes, prayers, and entreaties—­to sunder forever the dearest friends, dearest kindred, and strongest ties known to human beings.  In addition to the pain of separation, there was the horrid dread of falling into the hands of Master Andrew.  He was known to us all as being a most cruel wretch,—­a common drunkard, who had, by his reckless mismanagement and profligate dissipation, already wasted a large portion of his father’s property.  We all felt that we might as well be sold at once to the Georgia traders, as to pass into his hands; for we knew that that would be our inevitable condition,—­a condition held by us all in the utmost horror and dread.

I suffered more anxiety than most of my fellowslaves.  I had known what it was to be kindly treated; they had known nothing of the kind.  They had seen little or nothing of the world.  They were in very deed men and women of sorrow, and acquainted with grief.  Their backs had been made familiar with the bloody lash, so that they had become callous; mine was yet tender; for while at Baltimore I got few whippings, and few slaves could boast of a kinder master and mistress than myself; and the thought of passing out of their hands into those of Master Andrew—­a man who, but a few days before, to give me a sample of his bloody disposition, took my little brother by the throat, threw him on the ground, and with the heel of his boot stamped upon his head till the blood gushed from his nose and ears—­was well calculated to make me anxious as to my fate.  After he had committed this savage outrage upon my brother, he turned to me, and said that was the way he meant to serve me one of these days,—­meaning, I suppose, when I came into his possession.

Thanks to a kind Providence, I fell to the portion of Mrs. Lucretia, and was sent immediately back to Baltimore, to live again in the family of Master Hugh.  Their joy at my return equalled their sorrow at my departure.  It was a glad day to me.  I had escaped a worse than lion’s jaws.  I was absent from Baltimore, for the purpose of valuation and division, just about one month, and it seemed to have been six.