Her bruised but unpolluted body was soon picked
up--restoratives brought--doctor called in; but,
alas! it was too late: her pure and noble spirit had
fled away to be at rest in those realms of endless
bliss, "where the
wicked cease from troubling, and
the weary are at rest."
Antoinette like many other noble women who
are deprived of liberty, still
"Holds something
sacred, something undefiled;
Some
pledge and keepsake of their higher nature.
And, like the diamond in the dark, retains
Some quenchless gleam of the
celestial light."
On Hoskens fully realizing the fact that his
victim was no more, he exclaimed "By
thunder I
am a used-up man!" The sudden
disappointment,
and the loss of two thousand dollars, was more
than he could
endure: so he drank more than ever,
and in a short time died, raving mad with delirium
tremens.
The
villain Slator said to Mrs. Huston, the kind
lady who endeavoured to purchase Antoinette from
Hoskens, "Nobody needn't talk to me 'bout
buying them ar likely niggers, for I'm not going to
sell em." "But Mary is rather delicate," said Mrs.
Huston, "and, being unaccustomed to hard work,
cannot do you much service on a plantation." "I
don't want her for the field," replied Slator, "but
for another purpose." Mrs. Huston understood
what this meant, and
instantly exclaimed, "Oh,
but she is your cousin!" "The devil she is!" said
Slator; and added, "Do you mean to
insult me,
Madam, by
saying that I am
related to niggers?"
"No," replied Mrs. Huston, "I do not wish to
offend you, Sir. But wasn't Mr. Slator, Mary's
father, your uncle?" "Yes, I calculate he was,"
said Slator; "but I want you and everybody to
understand that I'm no kin to his niggers." "Oh,
very well," said Mrs. Huston; adding, "Now what
will you take for the poor girl?" "Nothin'," he
replied; "for, as I said before, I'm not goin' to
sell, so you needn't trouble yourself no more.
If the critter behaves herself, I'll do as well by her
as any man."
Slator spoke up
boldly, but his manner and
sheepish look clearly indicated that
"His heart within him was at strife
With such
accursed gains;
For he knew whose passions gave her life,
Whose blood ran in her veins."
"The
monster led her from the door,
He led her by the hand,
To be his slave and paramour
In a strange and distant land!"
Poor Frank and his sister were handcuffed to-
gether, and confined in prison. Their dear little
twin brother and sister were sold, and taken where
they knew not. But it often happens that mis-
fortune causes those whom we counted dearest to
shrink away; while it makes friends of those
whom we least expected to take any interest in our
affairs. Among the latter class Frank found two
comparatively new but
faithful friends to watch the
gloomy paths of the
unhappy little twins.
In a day or two after the sale, Slator had two fast
horses put to a large light van, and placed in it
a good many small but
valuable things belonging
to the distressed family. He also took with him
Frank and Mary, as well as all the money for the
spoil; and after treating all his low friends and
bystanders, and drinking deeply himself, he started
in high glee for his home in South Carolina. But
they had not proceeded many miles, before Frank
and his sister discovered that Slator was too
drunk to drive. But he, like most tipsy men,
thought he was all right; and as he had with him
some of the ruined family's best
brandy and wine,
such as he had not been accustomed to, and being
a thirsty soul, he drank till the reins fell from his
fingers, and in attempting to catch them he
tumbled out of the
vehicle, and was
unable to get
up. Frank and Mary there and then contrived
a plan by which to escape. As they were still
handcuffed by one wrist each, they alighted, took
from the
drunken assassin's pocket the key, undid
the iron bracelets, and placed them upon Slator,
who was better fitted to wear such ornaments. As
the demon lay
unconscious of what was taking
place, Frank and Mary took from him the large
sum of money that was realized at the sale, as well
as that which Slator had so very meanly obtained
from their poor mother. They then dragged him
into the woods, tied him to a tree, and left the
inebriated
robber to shift for himself, while they
made good their escape to Savannah. The fugitives
being white, of course no one suspected that they
were slaves.
Slator was not able to call any one to his rescue
till late the next day; and as there were no rail-
roads in that part of the country at that time, it
was not until late the following day that Slator was
able to get a party to join him for the chase. A
person informed Slator that he had met a man and
woman, in a trap, answering to the
description of
those whom he had lost, driving
furiously towards
Savannah. So Slator and several slavehunters on
horseback started off in full tilt, with their blood-
hounds, in
pursuit of Frank and Mary.
On arriving at Savannah, the hunters found that
the fugitives had sold the horses and trap, and
embarked as free white persons, for New York.
Slator's
disappointment and rascality so preyed
upon his base mind, that he, like Judas, went and
hanged himself.
As soon as Frank and Mary were safe, they
endeavoured to
redeem their good mother. But,
alas! she was gone; she had passed on to the
realm of spirit life.
In due time Frank
learned from his friends in
Georgia where his little brother and sister dwelt.
So he wrote at once to purchase them, but the
persons with whom they lived would not sell them.
After failing in several attempts to buy them,
Frank
cultivated large whiskers and moustachios,
cut off his hair, put on a wig and glasses, and
went down as a white man, and stopped in the
neighbourhood where his sister was; and after see-
ing her and also his little brother, arrangements
were made for them to meet at a particular place
on a Sunday, which they did, and got
safely off.
I saw Frank myself, when he came for the little
twins. Though I was then quite a lad, I well
remember being highly
delighted by
hearing him
tell how
nicely he and Mary had served Slator.
Frank had so completely disguised or changed
his appearance that his little sister did not know
him, and would not speak till he showed their
mother's
likeness; the sight of which melted her
to tears,--for she knew the face. Frank might
have said to her
"'O, Emma! O, my sister, speak to me!
Dost thou not know me, that I am thy brother?
Come to me, little Emma, thou shalt dwell
With me
henceforth, and know no care or want.'
Emma was silent for a space, as if
'Twere hard to
summon up a human voice."
Frank and Mary's mother was my wife's own
dear aunt.
After this great
diversion from our narrative,
which I hope dear reader, you will excuse, I shall
return at once to it.
My wife was torn from her mother's embrace
in
childhood, and taken to a distant part of the
country. She had seen so many other children
separated from their parents in this cruel man-
ner, that the mere thought of her ever becoming
the mother of a child, to
linger out a miserable
existence under the
wretchedsystem of American
slavery, appeared to fill her very soul with horror;
and as she had taken what I felt to be an important
view of her condition, I did not, at first, press
the marriage, but agreed to
assist her in
trying to
devise some plan by which we might escape from
our
unhappy condition, and then be married.
We thought of plan after plan, but they all
seemed
crowded with insurmountable difficulties.
We knew it was unlawful for any public convey-
ance to take us as passengers, without our master's
consent. We were also
perfectly aware of the
startling fact, that had we left without this consent
the
professional slave-hunters would have soon
had their
ferocious bloodhounds baying on our
track, and in a short time we should have been
dragged back to
slavery, not to fill the more favour-
able situations which we had just left, but to
be separated for life, and put to the very meanest
and most
laboriousdrudgery; or else have been
tortured to death as examples, in order to strike
terror into the hearts of others, and
thereby pre-
vent them from even attempting to escape from
their cruel taskmasters. It is a fact
worthy of
remark, that nothing seems to give the slaveholders
so much pleasure as the catching and torturing of
fugitives. They had much rather take the keen and
poisonous lash, and with it cut their poor trembling
victims to atoms, than allow one of them to escape
to a free country, and
expose the
infamoussystemfrom which he fled.
The greatest
excitement prevails at a slave-hunt.
The slaveholders and their hired ruffians appear to
take more pleasure in this inhuman
pursuit than
English sportsmen do in chasing a fox or a stag.
Therefore,
knowing what we should have been
compelled to suffer, if caught and taken back,
we were more than
anxious to hit upon a plan
that would lead us
safely to a land of liberty.
But, after puzzling our brains for years, we were
reluctantly
driven to the sad
conclusion, that it
was almost impossible to escape from
slavery in
Georgia, and travel 1,000 miles across the slave
States. We
thereforeresolved to get the consent
of our owners, be married, settle down in
slavery,