THE AMERICAN NEGRO
HIS HISTORY AND LITERATURE
RUNNING A THOUSAND MILES FOR FREEDOM
William and Ellen Craft
RUNNING A THOUSAND MILES FOR FREEDOM
OR, THE ESCAPE OF WILLIAM AND ELLEN CRAFT
FROM SLAVERY.
"Slaves cannot breathe in England: if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall."
COWPER
RUNNING A THOUSAND MILES FOR FREEDOM
PREFACE.
HAVING heard while in Slavery that "God made
of one blood all nations of men," and also that the
American Declaration of Independence says, that
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that
all men are created equal; that they are endowed
by their Creator with certain inalienable rights;
that among these, are life, liberty, and the pursuit
of happiness;" we could not understand by what
right we were held as "chattels." Therefore, we
felt
perfectly justified in
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undertaking the dan-
gerous and exciting task of "running a thousand
miles" in order to
obtain those rights which are so
vividly set forth in the Declaration.
I beg those who would know the particulars of
our journey, to peruse these pages.
This book is not intended as a full history of the
life of my wife, nor of myself; but merely as an
account of our escape; together with other matter
which I hope may be the means of creating in
some minds a deeper abhorrence of the sinful and
abominable practice of enslaving and brutifying our
fellow-creatures.
Without stopping to write a long
apology for
offering this little
volume to the public, I shall
commence at once to
pursue my simple story.
W. CRAFT.
12, CAMBRIDGE ROAD,
HAMMERSMITH,
LONDON.
RUNNING A THOUSAND MILES FOR
FREEDOM.
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PART I.
"God gave us only over beast, fish, fowl,
Dominion
absolute; that right we hold
By his donation. But man over man
He made not lord; such title to himself
Reserving, human left from human free."
MILTON.
MY wife and myself were born in different
towns in the State of Georgia, which is one of the
principal slave States. It is true, our condition as
slaves was not by any means the worst; but the
mere idea that we were held as chattels, and de-
prived of all legal rights--the thought that we
had to give up our hard
earnings to a
tyrant, to
enable him to live in
idleness and luxury--the
thought that we could not call the bones and
sinews that God gave us our own: but above all,
the fact that another man had the power to tear
from our
cradle the new-born babe and sell it in
the shambles like a brute, and then
scourge us if
we dared to lift a finger to save it from such a fate,
haunted us for years.
But in December, 1848, a plan suggested itself
that proved quite successful, and in eight days
after it was first thought of we were free from the
horrible trammels of
slavery,
rejoicing and praising
God in the
glorioussunshine of liberty.
My wife's first master was her father, and her
mother his slave, and the latter is still the slave of
his widow.
Notwithstanding my wife being of African ex-
traction on her mother's side, she is almost white--
in fact, she is so nearly so that the tyrannical old
lady to whom she first belonged became so annoyed,
at
finding her frequently
mistaken for a child of
the family, that she gave her when eleven years of
age to a daughter, as a
wedding present. This
separated my wife from her mother, and also from
several other dear friends. But the incessant
cruelty of her old
mistress made the change of
owners or
treatment so
desirable, that she did not
grumble much at this cruel separation.
It may be remembered that
slavery in America
is not at all confined to persons of any particular
complexion; there are a very large number of
slaves as white as any one; but as the evidence of a
slave is not admitted in court against a free white
person, it is almost impossible for a white child,
after having been kidnapped and sold into or re-
duced to
slavery, in a part of the country where it
is not known (as often is the case), ever to recover
its freedom.
I have myself conversed with several slaves who
told me that their parents were white and free; but
that they were
stolen away from them and sold
when quite young. As they could not tell their
address, and also as the parents did not know
what had become of their lost and dear little
ones, of course all traces of each other were gone.
The following facts are sufficient to prove, that
he who has the power, and is inhuman enough to
trample upon the
sacred rights of the weak, cares
nothing for race or colour:--
In March, 1818, three ships arrived at New
Orleans, bringing several hundred German emi-
grants from the
province of Alsace, on the lower
Rhine. Among them were Daniel Muller and his
two daughters, Dorothea and Salome, whose mother
had died on the passage. Soon after his arrival,
Muller,
taking with him his two daughters, both
young children, went up the river to Attakapas
parish, to work on the
plantation of John F. Miller.
A few weeks later, his relatives, who had remained
at New Orleans,
learned that he had died of the
fever of the country. They immediately sent for
the two girls; but they had disappeared, and the
relatives,
notwithstandingrepeated and persevering
inquiries and researches, could find no traces of
them. They were at length given up for dead.
Dorothea was never again heard of; nor was any
thing known of Salome from 1818 till 1843.
In the summer of that year, Madame Karl, a
German woman who had come over in the same
ship with the Mullers, was passing through a street
in New Orleans, and
accidentally saw Salome in a
wine-shop, belonging to Louis Belmonte, by whom
she was held as a slave. Madame Karl recognised
her at once, and carried her to the house of another
German woman, Mrs. Schubert, who was Salome's
cousin and
godmother, and who no sooner set eyes
on her than, without having any intimation that
the discovery had been
previously made, she un-
hesitatingly exclaimed, "My God! here is the
long-lost Salome Muller."
The Law Reporter, in its
account of this case,
says:--
"As many of the German emigrants of 1818 as
could be gathered together were brought to the
house of Mrs. Schubert, and every one of the
number who had any
recollection of the little girl
upon the passage, or any
acquaintance with her
father and mother, immediately identified the
woman before them as the long-lost Salome
Muller. By all these witnesses, who appeared
at the trial, the
identity was fully established.
The family
resemblance in every feature was
declared to be so
remarkable, that some of the
witnesses did not
hesitate to say that they should
know her among ten thousand; that they were
as certain the plaintiff was Salome Muller, the
daughter of Daniel and Dorothea Muller, as of
their own
existence."
Among the witnesses who appeared in Court was
the midwife who had assisted at the birth of Salome.
She testified to the
existence of certain peculiar
marks upon the body of the child, which were
found, exactly as described, by the surgeons who
were appointed by the Court to make an examina-
tion for the purpose.
There was no trace of African
descent in
any feature of Salome Muller. She had long,
straight, black hair, hazel eyes, thin lips, and
a Roman nose. The
complexion of her face and
neck was as dark as that of the darkest brunette.
It appears, however, that, during the twenty-five
years of her
servitude, she had been exposed to
the sun's rays in the hot
climate of Louisiana, with
head and neck unsheltered, as is
customary with
the
female slaves, while labouring in the cotton or
the sugar field. Those parts of her person which
had been shielded from the sun were compara-
tively white.
Belmonte, the pretended owner of the girl, had
obtained possession of her by an act of sale from
John F. Miller, the
planter in whose service
Salome's father died. This Miller was a man of
consideration and substance, owning large sugar
estates, and
bearing a high
reputation for honour
and
honesty, and for indulgent
treatment of his
slaves. It was testified on the trial that he had
said to Belmonte, a few weeks after the sale of
Salome, "that she was white, and had as much
right to her freedom as any one, and was only to
be retained in
slavery by care and kind
treatment."
The
broker who negotiated the sale from Miller to
Belmonte, in 1838, testified in Court that he then
thought, and still thought, that the girl was white!
The case was elaborately argued on both sides,
but was at length
decided in favour of the girl,
by the Supreme Court declaring that "she was
free and white, and
therefore unlawfully held in
bondage."
The Rev. George Bourne, of Virginia, in his
Picture of Slavery, published in 1834, relates the
case of a white boy who, at the age of seven, was
stolen from his home in Ohio, tanned and stained