neck, and in a commanding tone of voice, and with
a
violent oath, exclaimed, "Get up! You can do
the wench no good;
therefore there is no use in
your
seeing her."
On rising, I saw the cart in which she sat
moving slowly off; and, as she clasped her hands
with a grasp that indicated
despair, and looked
pitifully round towards me, I also saw the large
silent tears trickling down her cheeks. She made
a
farewell bow, and buried her face in her lap.
This seemed more than I could bear. It appeared
to swell my aching heart to its
utmost. But
before I could fairly recover, the poor girl was
gone;--gone, and I have never had the good for-
tune to see her from that day to this! Perhaps
I should have never heard of her again, had it not
been for the untiring efforts of my good old
mother, who became free a few years ago by pur-
chase, and, after a great deal of difficulty, found
my sister residing with a family in Mississippi.
My mother at once wrote to me, informing me of
the fact, and requesting me to do something to get
her free; and I am happy to say that,
partly by
lecturing
occasionally, and through the sale of an
engraving of my wife in the
disguise in which
she escaped, together with the
extreme kind-
ness and
generosity of Miss Burdett Coutts,
Mr. George Richardson of Plymouth, and a few
other friends, I have nearly
accomplished this.
It would be to me a great and ever-glorious
achievement to
restore my sister to our dear
mother, from whom she was
forciblydriven in
early life.
I was knocked down to the
cashier of the
bank to which we were mortgaged, and ordered
to return to the
cabinet shop where I previously
worked.
But the thought of the harsh
auctioneer not
allowing me to bid my dear sister
farewell, sent
red-hot
indignation darting like
lightning through
every vein. It quenched my tears, and appeared
to set my brain on fire, and made me crave for
power to
avenge our wrongs! But alas! we were
only slaves, and had no legal rights; consequently
we were compelled to
smother our wounded feel-
ings, and
crouch beneath the iron heel of des-
potism.
I must now give the
account of our escape;
but, before doing so, it may be well to quote
a few passages from the
fundamental laws of
slavery; in order to give some idea of the
legal as well as the social
tyranny from which
we fled.
According to the law of Louisiana, "A slave
is one who is in the power of a master to whom he
belongs. The master may sell him,
dispose of his
person, his industry, and his labour; he can do
nothing, possess nothing, nor
acquire anything but
what must belong to his master."--Civil Code,
art. 35.
In South Carolina it is expressed in the following
language:--"Slaves shall be deemed, sold, taken,
reputed and judged in law to be chattels personal
in the hands of their owners and possessors, and
their executors, administrators, and assigns, to all
intents, constructions, and purposes whatsoever.--
2 Brevard's Digest, 229.
The Constitution of Georgia has the following
(Art. 4, sec. 12):--"Any person who shall mali-
ciously dismember or
deprive a slave of life, shall
suffer such
punishment as would be inflicted in
case the like offence had been committed on a free