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    Chapter 8

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    In a very short time after I went to live at Balti-
    more, my old master's youngest son Richard died;
    and in about three years and six months after his
    death, my old master, Captain Anthony, died, leav-
    only his son, Andrew, and daughter, Lucretia, to
    share his estate. He died while on a visit to see his
    daughter at Hillsborough. Cut off thus unexpectedly,
    he left no will as to the disposal of his property. It
    was therefore necessary to have a valuation of the
    property, that it might be equally divided between
    Mrs. Lucretia and Master Andrew. I was immedi-
    ately sent for, to be valued with the other property.
    Here again my feelings rose up in detestation of
    slavery. I had now a new conception of my degraded
    condition. Prior to this, I had become, if not in-
    sensible to my lot, at least partly so. I left Baltimore
    with a young heart overborne with sadness, and a
    soul full of apprehension. I took passage with Cap-
    tain Rowe, in the schooner Wild Cat, and, after a
    sail of about twenty-four hours, I found myself near
    the place of my birth. I had now been absent from
    it almost, if not quite, five years. I, however, re-
    membered the place very well. I was only about
    five years old when I left it, to go and live with my
    old master on Colonel Lloyd's plantation; so that
    I was now between ten and eleven years old.

    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 chil-
    dren, all holding the same rank in the scale of being,
    and were all subjected to the same narrow examina-
    tion. 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 drunk-
    ard, who had, by his reckless mismanagement and
    profligate dissipation, already wasted a large por-
    tion 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 fellow-
    slaves. 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 whip-
    pings, and few slaves could boast of a kinder master
    and mistress than myself; and the thought of pass-
    ing 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,--mean-
    ing, 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.

    Very soon after my return to Baltimore, my mis-
    tress, Lucretia, died, leaving her husband and one
    child, Amanda; and in a very short time after her
    death, Master Andrew died. Now all the property
    of my old master, slaves included, was in the hands
    of strangers,--strangers who had had nothing to do
    with accumulating it. Not a slave was left free. All
    remained slaves, from the youngest to the oldest. If
    any one thing in my experience, more than another,
    served to deepen my conviction of the infernal char-
    acter of slavery, and to fill me with unutterable
    loathing of slaveholders, it was their base ingrati-
    tude to my poor old grandmother. She had served
    my old master faithfully from youth to old age. She
    had been the source of all his wealth; she had peo-
    pled his plantation with slaves; she had become a
    great grandmother in his service. She had rocked
    him in infancy, attended him in childhood, served
    him through life, and at his death wiped from his
    icy brow the cold death-sweat, and closed his eyes
    forever. She was nevertheless left a slave--a slave for
    life--a slave in the hands of strangers; and in their
    hands she saw her children, her grandchildren, and
    her great-grandchildren, divided, like so many sheep,
    without being gratified with the small privilege of a
    single word, as to their or her own destiny. And, to
    cap the climax of their base ingratitude and fiendish
    barbarity, my grandmother, who was now very old,
    having outlived my old master and all his children,
    having seen the beginning and end of all of them,
    and her present owners finding she was of but little
    value, her frame already racked with the pains of old
    age, and complete helplessness fast stealing over her
    once active limbs, they took her to the woods, built
    her a little hut, put up a little mud-chimney, and
    then made her welcome to the privilege of support-
    ing herself there in perfect loneliness; thus virtually
    turning her out to die! If my poor old grandmother
    now lives, she lives to suffer in utter loneliness; she
    lives to remember and mourn over the loss of chil-
    dren, the loss of grandchildren, and the loss of great-
    grandchildren. They are, in the language of the
    slave's poet, Whittier,--

    "Gone, gone, sold and gone

    To the rice swamp dank and lone,

    Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings,

    Where the noisome insect stings,

    Where the fever-demon strews

    Poison with the falling dews,

    Where the sickly sunbeams glare

    Through the hot and misty air:--

    Gone, gone, sold and gone

    To the rice swamp dank and lone,

    From Virginia hills and waters--

    Woe is me, my stolen daughters!"

    The hearth is desolate. The children, the uncon-
    scious children, who once sang and danced in her
    presence, are gone. She gropes her way, in the dark-
    ness of age, for a drink of water. Instead of the voices
    of her children, she hears by day the moans of the
    dove, and by night the screams of the hideous owl.
    All is gloom. The grave is at the door. And now,
    when weighed down by the pains and aches of old
    age, when the head inclines to the feet, when the
    beginning and ending of human existence meet, and
    helpless infancy and painful old age combine to-
    gether--at this time, this most needful time, the time
    for the exercise of that tenderness and affection
    which children only can exercise towards a declining
    parent--my poor old grandmother, the devoted
    mother of twelve children, is left all alone, in yonder
    little hut, before a few dim embers. She stands--
    she sits--she staggers--she falls--she groans--she dies
    --and there are none of her children or grandchildren
    present, to wipe from her wrinkled brow the cold
    sweat of death, or to place beneath the sod her
    fallen remains. Will not a righteous God visit for
    these things?

    In about two years after the death of Mrs. Lu-
    cretia, Master Thomas married his second wife. Her
    name was Rowena Hamilton. She was the eldest
    daughter of Mr. William Hamilton. Master now
    lived in St. Michael's. Not long after his marriage,
    a misunderstanding took place between himself and
    Master Hugh; and as a means of punishing his
    brother, he took me from him to live with himself
    at St. Michael's. Here I underwent another most
    painful separation. It, however, was not so severe
    as the one I dreaded at the division of property; for,
    during this interval, a great change had taken place
    in Master Hugh and his once kind and affectionate
    wife. The influence of brandy upon him, and of
    slavery upon her, had effected a disastrous change
    in the characters of both; so that, as far as they
    were concerned, I thought I had little to lose by the
    change. But it was not to them that I was attached.
    It was to those little Baltimore boys that I felt the
    strongest attachment. I had received many good
    lessons from them, and was still receiving them, and
    the thought of leaving them was painful indeed. I
    was leaving, too, without the hope of ever being
    allowed to return. Master Thomas had said he would
    never let me return again. The barrier betwixt him-
    self and brother he considered impassable.

    I then had to regret that I did not at least make
    the attempt to carry out my resolution to run away;
    for the chances of success are tenfold greater from
    the city than from the country.

    I sailed from Baltimore for St. Michael's in the
    sloop Amanda, Captain Edward Dodson. On my
    passage, I paid particular attention to the direction
    which the steamboats took to go to Philadelphia. I
    found, instead of going down, on reaching North
    Point they went up the bay, in a north-easterly direc-
    tion. I deemed this knowledge of the utmost im-
    portance. My determination to run away was again
    revived. I resolved to wait only so long as the offering
    of a favorable opportunity. When that came, I was
    determined to be off.
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