This was my school for eight months; and I might have remained there longer, but for a most horrid fight I had with four of the white apprentices, in which my left eye was nearly knocked out, and I was horribly mangled in other respects.  The facts in the case were these:  Until a very little while after I went there, white and black ship-carpenters worked side by side, and no one seemed to see any impropriety in it.  All hands seemed to be very well satisfied.  Many of the black carpenters were freemen.  Things seemed to be going on very well.  All at once, the white carpenters knocked off, and said they would not work with free colored workmen.  Their reason for this, as alleged, was, that if free colored carpenters were encouraged, they would soon take the trade into their own hands, and poor white men would be thrown out of employment.  They therefore felt called upon at once to put a stop to it.  And, taking advantage of Mr. Gardner’s necessities, they broke off, swearing they would work no longer, unless he would discharge his black carpenters.  Now, though this did not extend to me in form, it did reach me in fact.  My fellow-apprentices very soon began to feel it degrading to them to work with me.  They began to put on airs, and talk about the “niggers” taking the country, saying we all ought to be killed; and, being encouraged by the journeymen, they commenced making my condition as hard as they could, by hectoring me around, and sometimes striking me.  I, of course, kept the vow I made after the fight with Mr. Covey, and struck back again, regardless of consequences; and while I kept them from combining, I succeeded very well; for I could whip the whole of them, taking them separately.  They, however, at length combined, and came upon me, armed with sticks, stones, and heavy handspikes.  One came in front with a half brick.  There was one at each side of me, and one behind me.  While I was attending to those in front, and on either side, the one behind ran up with the handspike, and struck me a heavy blow upon the head.  It stunned me.  I fell, and with this they all ran upon me, and fell to beating me with their fists.  I let them lay on for a while, gathering strength.  In an instant, I gave a sudden surge, and rose to my hands and knees.  Just as I did that, one of their number gave me, with his heavy boot, a powerful kick in the left eye.  My eyeball seemed to have burst.  When they saw my eye closed, and badly swollen, they left me.  With this I seized the handspike, and for a time pursued them.  But here the carpenters interfered, and I thought I might as well give it up.  It was impossible to stand my hand against so many.  All this took place in sight of not less than fifty white ship-carpenters, and not one interposed a friendly word; but some cried, “Kill the damned nigger!  Kill him! kill him!  He struck a white person.”  I found my only chance for life was in flight.  I succeeded in getting away without an additional blow, and barely so; for to strike a white man is death by Lynch law,—­and that was the law in Mr. Gardner’s ship-yard; nor is there much of any other out of Mr. Gardner’s ship-yard.