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BIOGRAPHY OF A SLAVE

Being The Experiences Of Rev. Charles Thompson,
A Preacher Of The United Brethren Church,

WHILE A SLAVE IN THE SOUTH.

Together With Startling Occurrences Incidental To Slave Life.



1875.




PREFACE.

In publishing this book I hope to do good not only to my own race, but
to all who may read it. I am not a book-maker, and make no pretensions
to literary attainments; and I have made no efforts to create for myself
a place in the literary, book-making ranks. I claim for my book
truthfulness and honesty of purpose, and upon that basis it must succeed
or fail. The Biography of a Slave is called for by a very large number
of my immediate acquaintances, and, I am assured, will meet with such
reception as to justify the expense I have incurred in having it printed
and bound. To the members of the United Brethren Church, white as well
as , I look for help in the sale and circulation of my work, yet
I am satisfied I will receive commendable patronage from members of all
Christian churches everywhere.

The book is written in the narrative style, as being much better suited
to the tastes and capacities of my  readers, and I have used
simple and plain English language, discarding the idiomatic and
provincial language of the southern slaves and ignorant whites,
expecting thereby to help educate the blacks in the use of proper
language.

I am indebted to William H. Rhodes, Esq., attorney at law, of Newman,
Douglas County, Illinois, for his valuable assistance in the preparation
of my manuscript for the printer. He has re-written the whole of it for
me, and has otherwise assisted me in the matter of placing the book
before the public.

CHARLES THOMPSON.

Newman, Illinois, Aug., 1874.




CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I.

Charles Thompson, born in Atala County, Mississippi--Division of
Kirkwood's slaves among his six Children--The writer and his two sisters
fall to Mrs. Wilson--The parting between mother and child--Deprived of a
fond mother forever--Old Uncle Jack--Wilson buys Uncle Ben from
Strucker--Uncle Ben runs away and is hunted with blood-hounds--Two
hundred dollars reward.

CHAPTER II.

Not sent to hell by Wilson--Mrs. Wilson protects me, to whom I
belong--Sent to school with the children--The school-children teach me
to read and write--What came of it--Mount that mule or I'll shoot
you--I mounted the mule--A start for the railroad to work--I dismount
and take to the woods--I owe allegiance to God and my country only.

CHAPTER III.

Caught, tried, and taken back home to James Wilson--My mistress saves me
from being whipped--I go to the railroad and work one month
precisely--Go back home--Wilson surprised--Left the railroad at
3 o'clock A.M.--Did not want to disturb Leadbitter's rest--Sent to Memphis
with a load of cotton--Afraid of the slave-pens and slave-auction--Start
for home--Not sold--Pray, sing, and shout--Get home and ordered to hire
myself out.

CHAPTER IV.

Start out on my travels to hunt a new master--Find Mr. Dansley--Hire to
him--Thirty dollars per month for my master and five dollars for
myself--Wilson astonished--Appointed superintendent of Dansley's
farm--Rules and regulations--Peace and tranquillity--My moral labors
successful--Prayer and social meetings--Meetings in the woods--Quarrel
and fight like very brothers--Time comes to be moved to another field of
labor.

CHAPTER V.

James Wilson comes along--Wants me to go with him to Saulsbury,
Tennessee, to help build a house for a grocery-store--Takes me along
with him--Wilson taken sick--I take care of him--He gels well--I make
another attempt to escape from slavery--What came of it.

CHAPTER VI.

Was hired to Mr. Thompson, and adopted his name--Opened regular
meetings, and preached on the plantation and other places--Took unto
myself a wife--Was purchased by Thompson, duly installed on the
plantation, and invested with authority--Various means and plans
resorted to by the overseer to degrade me in the eyes of Mr.
Thompson--Driven, through persecution, to run away--Return back to my
master.




BIOGRAPHY OF A SLAVE.

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CHAPTER I.

Charles Thompson, born in Atala County, Mississippi--Division of
Kirkwood's Slaves Among his Six Children--The Writer and his Two Sisters
Fall to Mrs. Wilson--The Parting Between Mother and Child--Deprived of a
Fond Mother Forever--Old Uncle Jack--Wilson Buys Uncle Ben from
Strucker--Uncle Ben Runs Away and is Hunted with Blood-Hounds--Two
Hundred Dollars Reward.


I was a slave, and was born in Atala County, Mississippi, near the town
of Rockford, on the third day of March, 1833. My father and mother both
being slaves, of course my pedigree is not traceable, by me, farther
back than my parents. Our family belonged to a man named Kirkwood, who
was a large slave-owner. Kirkwood died when I was about nine years old,
after which, upon the settlement of the affairs of his estate, the
slaves belonging to the estate were divided equally, as to value, among
the six heirs. There were about seventy-five slaves to be divided into
six lots; and great was the tribulation among the poor blacks when they
learned that they were to be separated.

When the division was completed two of my sisters and myself were cast
into one lot, my mother into another, and my father into another, and
the rest of the family in the other lots. Young and slave as I was, I
felt the pang of separation from my loved and revered mother; child that
I was I mourned for mother, even before our final separation, as one
dead to me forever. So early to be deprived of a fond mother, by the
"law," gave me my first view of the curse of slavery. Until this time I
did not know what trouble was, but from then until the tocsin of freedom
was sounded through the glorious Emancipation Proclamation by the
immortal Abraham Lincoln, I passed through hardship after hardship, in
quick succession, and many, many times I have almost seen and tasted
death.

I bade farewell to my mother, forever, on this earth. Oh! the pangs of
that moment. Even after thirty years have elapsed the scene comes
vividly to my memory as I write. A gloomy, dark cloud seemed to pass
before my vision, and the very air seemed to still with awfulness. I
felt bereaved, forlorn, forsaken, lost. Put yourself in my place; feel
what I have felt, and then say, God is just; he will protect the
helpless and right the wronged, and you will have some idea of my
feelings and the hope that sustained me through long and weary years of
servitude. My mother, my poor mother! what must she have suffered. Never
will I forget her last words; never will I forget the earnest prayers of
that mother begging for her child, and refusing to be comforted. She had
fallen to the lot of Mrs. Anderson, and she pleaded with burning tears
streaming down her cheeks, "He is my only son, my baby child, my
youngest and the only son I have; please let me have him to go with me!"

Anderson spoke roughly to her and told her to hold her peace; but with
her arms around me she clung to me and cried the louder, "Let me have my
child; if you will let me have my baby you may have all the rest!"

Mothers can realize this situation only, who have parted with children
whom they never expected to see again. Imagine parting with your dearest
child, never to see it again; to be thrown into life-servitude in one
part of the country and your dear child in the same condition six
hundred miles away. Although my mother was black, she had a soul; she
had a heart to feel just as you have, and I, her child, was being
ruthlessly torn from her by inexorable "law." What would you have done
if you had been in her place? _She_ prayed to God for help.

My kind old father consoled and encouraged my mother all he could, and
said to her, "Do not be discouraged, for Jesus is your friend; if you
lack for knowledge, he will inform you, and if you meet with troubles
and trials on your way, cast all your cares on Jesus, and don't forget
to pray." The old man spoke these words while praying, shouting, crying,
and saying farewell to my mother. He had, in a manner, raised nearly all
the <DW52> people on the plantation; so he had a fatherly feeling for
all of them. The old man looked down on me, and said, "My child, you are
now without a father and will soon be without a mother; but be a good
boy, and God will be father and mother to you. If you will put your
trust in him and pray to him, he will take you home to heaven when you
die, where you can meet your mother there, where parting will be no
more. Farewell." I was then taken from my mother, and have not seen or
heard of her since--about twenty-nine years ago. Old Uncle Jack, as my
father was called by the plantation people, spoke words of comfort to
all of us before we were parted.

The lot of human chattels, of which I was one, was taken to their new
home on Wilson's plantation, in the same county as the Kirkwood
plantation. Wilson told my sisters and myself that our mother and
ourselves were about six hundred miles apart.

After I had been in my new home about two years, Wilson bought my uncle
Ben from a man named Strucker, who lived in the same neighborhood, but
he did not buy uncle Ben's wife. Two years later Wilson moved to another
plantation he owned in Pontotoc County, Mississippi, about one hundred
miles distant from his Atala County plantation. Ben not being willing to
go so far from his wife, ran away from his master. Wilson, however, left
word that if any one would catch and return Ben to him, he would pay two
hundred dollars. This was a bait not to be resisted. The professional
slave-hunters, with their blood-hounds, were soon on the track. They
failed to get the poor hunted man, though. Ben was a religious,
God-fearing man, and placed firm reliance on the help of the Almighty,
in his serious trials, and never failed to find help when most needed.
He stayed under cover in the woods, in such lurking places as the nature
of the country provided, in the day time, and at night would cautiously
approach his wife's cabin, when, at an appointed signal, she would let
him in and give him such food and care as his condition required. The
slaves of the South were united in the one particular of helping each
other in such cases as this, and would adopt ingenious telegrams and
signals to communicate with each other; and it may well be believed that
the inventive genius of the blacks was, as a general thing, equal to all
emergencies, and when driven to extremities they were brave to a fault.
Ben's wife, in this instance, used the simple device of hanging a
certain garment in a particular spot, easily to be seen from Ben's
covert, and which denoted that the coast was clear and no danger need be
apprehended. The garment and the place of hanging it had to be changed
every day, yet the signals thus made were true to the purpose, and saved
uncle Ben from capture. Uncle Ben was closely chased by the hounds and
inhuman men-hunters; on one occasion so closely that he plunged into a
stream and followed the current for more than a mile. Taking to the
water threw the hounds off the scent of the track. Before reaching the
stream, uncle Ben was so closely pursued that one of the men in the gang
shot at him, the bullet passing unpleasantly close to him. His wife
heard the hounds and the gun-shot. This race for life and liberty was
only one of a continued series, and was repeated as often as
blood-hounds could find a track to follow. At night Ben was very much
fatigued and hungry, and his only hope of getting anything to eat was to
reach his wife's cabin. How to do this without being observed, was the
question. As well as he was able, about midnight he left his retreat and
approached the cabin. It was too dark to see a signal if one had been
placed for him in the usual manner. After waiting for some time a bright
light shot through the cracks in the cabin for an instant, and was
repeated at intervals of two or three minutes, three or four times. This
was the night-signal of "all right" agreed upon between uncle Ben and
his wife, and was made by placing the usual grease light under a vessel
and raising the vessel for a moment at intervals. Ben approached the
cabin and gave _his_ signal by rapping on the door three times, and
after a short pause three more raps. Thus they had to arrange to meet;
the husband to obtain food to sustain life, and the wife to administer
to him. On this particular night their meeting was unusually impressive.
She had heard the death-hounds, the sound of the gun-shot, and she knew
the yelps of the hounds and the shot were intended for Ben, her
husband. With no crime laid to him, he was hunted down as a wild beast.
Made in God's own image, he is made a slave, a brute, an outcast, and an
outlaw because his skin is black. Thus they met, Ben and his wife. After
the usual precautions and mutual congratulations they both kneeled
before the throne of God and thanked him for their preservation thus
far, and throwing themselves upon his goodness and bounty, asked help in
their need and safety in the future. Without rising from his knees, Ben,
even in the anguish of his heart, consoled his wife, remarking, "that
the darkest hour is always just before daylight."

The blacks of the South have their own peculiar moral maxims, applicable
to all situations in life, and the slaves not knowing how to read
committed such Bible truths as were read to them from time to time. It
is true they were generally superstitious in a great degree, as all
ignorant persons are; yet their native sense of right led them to adopt
the best and most religious principles, dressed in homely "sayings,"
their circumstances permitted.

Ben dare not stay very long at a time in his wife's cabin, as a strict
watch was constantly kept, that the runaway might be apprehended.
Bidding his wife farewell, Ben hastened back to one of a number of his
hiding-places, there to stay through the day, unless routed out by the
blood-hounds. He was fortunate, however, in the help of God, for his
safety, and the efforts of the hounds and the hounds' followers were
futile.

Finally, Wilson gave up chasing Ben with blood-hounds, and resolved to
try a better and more human method. He bought Ben's wife and left her
with Strucker, with instructions to send her and Ben to his plantation
if Ben was willing for the arrangement. Ben soon got word of how matters
stood with reference to himself, and concluded if he could live with his
wife on the same plantation that it was the very best he could do, so he
acceded to the wishes of Wilson, and was sent with his wife to Wilson.

The happiness of this couple was unbounded when they found they could
once more live together as God intended they should, and the poor wife
in her great gratitude cried, "God is on our side!" Ben replied that he
had told her on one occasion that God was on their side, and that "the
darkest hour was just before day."

The usual expression used by the blacks when a runaway returned to his
master was that he "had come out of the woods;" that is, he had left his
hiding place in the woods and returned to the plantation to work.

When I heard that uncle Ben had come out of the woods, and was coming to
live on our plantation, my joy knew no bounds. On the day when he was
expected to arrive I got permission to go out on the road some distance
and meet them. Early in the morning I caught a horse and started. Every
wagon I met filled me with hope and fear blended; hope that the wagon
contained my uncle and aunt, and fear that it did not. I rode on, on,
on, all that day, until my heart was sick with hope deferred. I had
received orders before starting that if I did not meet them that day to
return home. But I was so far from home, and with straining my eyes to
catch a glimpse of my uncle, added to my keen disappointment in not
seeing them, made me feel tired, sick, and worn out. So I stopped at a
friendly cabin that night, after telling the inmates who I was and what
my errand was. Early the next morning I was out, and the anxiety to see
my uncle was so great I thought I would ride out the road a short
distance in the hope of meeting him, notwithstanding my orders to return
home. After traveling about an hour I met the wagon containing uncle
Ben and his wife. The joy of that moment to me is inexpressible. Having
been deprived of mother and father he was the only relative my sisters
and myself could ever have any hopes of seeing again. My heart rejoiced
exceedingly. I was, as it were, a new boy entirely, so overcome was I.
We all arrived home that same day, and it was a much more pleasant trip
than I had taken the day before. On that day it was all anxiety, mixed
with hope and fear; to-day it was all joy and thanksgiving, again
proving uncle Ben's saying that "the darkest hour is always just before
day." My sisters were simply wild with joy when we arrived. They ran out
the road to meet, us crying, "There comes uncle Ben; we have one more
friend!" We were all comforted and rejoiced to a very great extent, and
we felt indeed that we had "one more friend" with us. We were as happy
as slaves could be, and spent all the time we could together--uncle Ben,
his wife, my sisters, and myself.

But Wilson harbored a grudge toward uncle Ben because he had to buy his
wife in order to get him, and had said that if he ever got Ben after he
ran away he would whip him to death. He treated Ben very well for the
time being, but about a year after he had got him home he began to put
his plans into operation for severely punishing him. He was afraid of
Ben's prayers. Although Wilson would not have hesitated a moment to have
put any plan into execution he may have conceived, under ordinary
circumstances, yet praying Ben, while defending himself by appeals to
Almighty God was stronger than with carnal weapons in his hands. Wilson
proceeded cautiously and laid snares for Ben. Uncle Ben was one of the
best hands on the plantation, and religiously performed the labor
alloted him truly and persistently. He obeyed his overseer and Wilson in
all things pertaining to his manual occupation, and obeyed God to the
very best of his ability in this as in everything else. But Wilson
wanted to punish Ben, and was determined to do so. He knew that Ben was
a faithful slave to labor, and was reliable, yet he wished to break
Ben's spirit--his manhood, the God part of him. Wilson did not seem to
know that he was not fighting Ben in his scheme of revenge but that he
was fighting God in Ben, and that although he punished Ben to the death
he would be conquered himself, and more severely punished than he could
ever hope to punish Ben. But Wilson was mad, infatuated, and
satanically determined. Precautious preparations were made by Wilson to
insure success in his revengeful scheme, and after having obtained the
aid of several neighbors who were what might be called professional
slave-whippers, he deemed his undertaking to punish and conquer Ben
fully ripe for execution. Ben being a field hand was busily employed
picking cotton, with a prayerful heart, and a watchful eye on Wilson.
From Wilson's actions Ben was sure something was going to occur which
would nearly concern him, and having been hunted like a beast he had
become suspicious and on his guard all the time. Having a feeling of
presentiment, he was uneasy, and, as was usual with him, he kneeled down
and asked God to protect him from the machinations of his enemies, and
give him heart, courage, and strength to overcome the evil intended him.
While praying he was startled by the snort of a horse, and on looking
around to ascertain the cause of the noise he discovered himself almost
surrounded by armed men on horseback. No time to think now; the time for
action had arrived. Ben knew at once the flight was for life. Better,
however, was death than to be thus hunted and harassed. Bounding through
the field he gained a friendly covert, and seemingly by mere chance he
eluded his pursuers and the hounds. Ben thanked God for his deliverance.
Wilson with his heartless band were again baffled, and with man-hunting
and disappointments in his man-chase he became furious. Ben stayed in
the woods about four weeks, and during all this time my sisters, Ben's
wife, and myself were kept in close confinement, to keep us from
communicating with Ben or rendering him any assistance. Thus all of us
had to suffer. But we were only slaves.

Wilson finally took Ben's wife to a man in Oxford, about twenty-five
miles distant, and came back circulating the word among the blacks that
he had sold her. Wilson had made arrangements at Oxford with some
professional slave-hunters to catch Ben if he ever came to see his wife,
for which purpose she had been taken there.

After a time Ben was informed that he and his wife had been sold by
Wilson to a man in Oxford, and of course believing such to be the fact,
he went there to see her, and make arrangements for the future. His wife
was told by the man with whom Wilson had left her that he had bought
both her and Ben, and wished her to get Ben to "come out of the woods."
Laboring under this delusion, Ben was month. The cabin was surrounded
by armed men, when Ben was overpowered, chained, and put in jail for
safe keeping until Wilson should come after him. Living in the woods so
long and the harsh treatment he was now receiving wore Ben down
considerably; yet, believing that "the darkest hour is just before day,"
he relied on God's help in his misery.

Wilson came for Ben in due time, and after chaining him securely around
the neck he fastened one end of the chain to the rear of his buggy and
literally, a part of the time, dragged him to Holly Springs, about
thirty miles from Oxford, where he sold him to a man who had the
reputation of being the hardest master in the country. Wilson afterwards
took Ben's wife home. Thus they were separated,--Ben and his
wife,--never to meet again on this earth.

Wilson told me when he got home that he had sent Ben to hell, and that
he would send me there too. Infatuated man; he supposed he had done with
Ben for the very worst; he thought he had as much power over the souls
of his slaves as he had under "the laws" over their bodies. He found,
however, in time, that God was with us, and in his good time he
delivered us from our bondage and punished our persecutors as they
deserved.




CHAPTER II.

Not sent to hell by Wilson--Mrs. Wilson protects me, to whom I
belong--Sent to school with the children--The school-children teach me
to read and write--What came of it--Mount that mule or I'll shoot you--I
mounted the mule--A start for the railroad to work--I dismount and take
to the woods--I owe allegiance to God and my country only.


The monotonous tedium of routine slave-labor was very often broken by
some scene of cruelty to one or another of the poor blacks, either by
the master or his overseer; and woe unto the luckless one if the master
should happen to be in a good mood to break bones. Although slaves were
worth money in the South at that time, yet the ungovernable passions of
some if not most masters found free vent in cruelty to their own
property--that is, their slaves. This was the case with Wilson, and no
opportunity was missed by him to make a poor black feel the effects of
his brutish nature and passions. His wife, on the other hand, made every
effort to protect the blacks on the plantation as much as possible. When
Wilson threatened to send me to hell, as he had tried to send uncle
Ben, Mrs. Wilson came forward in my behalf and saved me from her
husband's unwarranted wrath by telling him that she wished "Charles to
accompany her children to school and take such care of them as might be
required." It was customary in the South for families who owned slaves
to send one or more of them with their children when they attended
school as waiters, or personal servants, and as I belonged to Mrs.
Wilson, being an inherited chattel, Wilson acceded to her demand, and I
was sent along with the children when they went to school. I was not
allowed to sit with the white children in school, but I "loafed around
handy," ready for a call from either of my young mistresses.

The "laws," the enlightened laws of the southern states, prohibited,
under heavy penalties, the education of a slave, or even a <DW64>,
although free; yet some of us, under very disadvantageous circumstances,
learned to read and write.

It has always been a kind of habit with me to "be doing something" all
the time, and when not actually employed in some active work I would
make use of my time for some good purpose; and while "loafing around"
that school-house it occurred to me as being strange that the white
children should be compelled to sit and study hour after hour, while us
little <DW54>s "loafed around" and did nothing. Why couldn't we lighten
our young masters and mistresses of that labor as well as other kinds of
labor? I determined that my young mistresses should not be made slaves
of by the school-master, but that I would do that work for them, as they
were generally so kind to me. So I proposed the matter to them, and they
were tremendously pleased; at least they laughed and chatted a great
deal about me getting their lessons for them, which so elated me that I
could not avoid turning handsprings and somersaults all the way home
that evening, my joy being so great at the idea of doing my mistresses
the favor of taking such great labor off their hands as getting their
lessons. I did not doubt my ability to perform the work, for I was
stout, hearty, and large for my age, and could almost make a full hand
in the field. Such was my idea at that time of getting lessons. However,
the next day my young mistresses told me the school-master would not
allow me to study their lessons for them, but that I might take a book
and sit outside of the school-house and study there, but that I must be
sure and not let any one see me. Why not? Why should _I_ not study
lessons in the school-house for my young mistresses? Because it is
against the "law" for slaves to learn to read and write. Well, that is
curious. A person, because he is a slave, must not study lessons; must
not learn to read and write because it is against the "law." What law?

My mistress used often to read to the children from a book which told
about Jesus, and Mary, and Lazarus, and Peter, and Paul; and how Jesus
was our Savior, and shed his precious blood for the redemption of all
who believed him and would obey his commands; and how Jesus said,
"Suffer little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of
heaven." Did the "law" prohibit me from studying lessons out of a book
about Jesus, and learning to read about Jesus as my mistress did? When
my mistress sent my young mistresses to Jesus wouldn't she send me along
with them just the same as she sent me to school with them? I reckon so.
Such was my reasoning; and I determined to assist my young mistresses in
getting their lessons, law or no law, let the consequences be what they
may.

I received the book and went out from the school-house a short distance,
and secured myself from observation in a shady place. I opened the
book--a spelling-book it was. Hallo! here's a dog and a cat, and here's
a sheep too, and right here in the corner is a yoke--a regular ox-yoke.
Well, now, this _is_ nice. So I got my first idea of what a book
contained by the pictures in a spelling-book. The print in the book
meant something, I was sure, and my mind was employed until recess in
endeavors to make out what the print and pictures were intended for. The
scholars came out at recess, and my mistresses gave me such instructions
as they were able, which gave me a start ahead that enabled me to
memorize the first six letters of the alphabet by the time school
dismissed for noon.

I began to be deeply interested in "studying lessons," and was soon,
after hard study, complete master of the alphabet. I could repeat it
forwards and backwards, and could instantly tell the name of any letter
pointed out to me. My mistresses seemed to take great pleasure in
teaching me, and I was very anxious to learn. I soon found that I could
understand in a great measure the instructions the teacher gave to the
different scholars, by which I profited. I sat in the back part of the
house, behind the scholars, with my young mistress' old book in my hand,
and held it so that nobody could see it, and studied constantly day
after day, which soon advanced me beyond some of the white children
older than myself in learning. I learned to spell and read; and my
appetite for knowledge increasing, my young mistress set copies for me,
and by the time the school-term was out I could spell, read, and write.

Slaves on large plantations in the South were worked in gangs, under the
general supervision of the overseer or slave-owner. The gangs were
placed under the immediate supervision of a trusty and intelligent
slave, whose duty it was to see that each hand performed his or her
allotted task, to weigh cotton during the picking season, and to direct
the slaves in their labor, and were called field superintendents or
bosses. This was my position on the plantation a short time after school
was out for the term.

For the first few days after my term at school as waiter for my young
mistresses, I was ordered into the field to pick cotton, but was shortly
placed over the hands as "boss" and cotton-weigher. Each picker had a
"stint" or daily task to perform; that is, each of them was required to
pick so many pounds of cotton, and when in default were unmercifully
whipped. I had the cotton of each hand to weigh, three times each day,
and had to keep the weights of each hand separate and correctly in my
mind and report to Wilson every night. I dare not let Wilson or any of
the slaves know that I knew anything about figures or could read or
write, for a knowledge of those rudiments of education was considered
criminal in a slave. The slaves were nearly always jealous and envious
of a "boss" of their own color, and left no pretext untried to bring a
"boss" into disrepute with the master and consequent corporal
punishment. And should I make a misstatement of the weight of any one
hand's cotton, that hand would know it. Therefore at the time I am now
writing of I had the weights of about three hundred baskets of cotton to
report to Wilson every day. This was hard mind-work for me, but I
mastered the situation and escaped supersedure and punishment. I held
the position of field-superintendent about nine years, and performed my
duties faithfully and honestly, to the satisfaction of my master and the
hands under me generally.

Why was I so faithful and dutiful to my slave master? Simply because I
was doing my duty to God and acting in obedience to the commands of
Christ; for my book taught me to do good and shun evil--to obey the
revealed will of God no matter what position I might be placed in. As a
slave I loved to do the will of the Master in heaven; as a responsible
human being I could do no less.

I improved my knowledge, whenever opportunity occurred, and it was but a
short time, comparatively, until I found out for myself, by searching
the Scriptures clandestinely, the great truths that Jesus taught. I
read, pondered, and began the work of self-regeneration. I read that God
required of me to do certain things; that unless I obeyed the commands
of Jesus I could expect no help from God. I found that I was commanded
to "do," and not stand still and wait for others to "do" for me. The way
seemed to open before me plainly and unmistakably, and engraved the
command to "do" firmly in my heart, in the simple words, "Do the will of
God." I obeyed the commands of our Savior in all the essentials of
repentance, baptism, and in everything, and began the real work of my
life--of living and being a servant of God and a faithful follower of
Jesus Christ. My field of labor was my own heart, which I endeavored to
render pure in the sight of God. But a short time elapsed when my work
within myself began to bear fruit in my efforts to redeem my
fellow-slaves from sin and make them children of God. I labored with
them in a spirit of brotherly love, and urged them, in season and out
of season, to come to Jesus. My labors were not in vain, for a great
many were brought to the altar of prayer through my exertions, and were
forgiven.

Wilson found out that I could read and write. During the time of
cotton-picking, the last season I was superintendent, a protracted
meeting was held in the neighborhood, and my master and mistress
attended regularly. The only time I could go was on Sunday, and I looked
forward to that day with hope and pleasure. On Saturday evening my
master stayed to church, and did not expect to return home until Sunday
evening. My report of weights were on my mind, and I became somewhat
uneasy about the result if I should attempt to remember them until the
following Monday. What to do under the circumstances I did not know; yet
I knew that "where there was a will there was a way." I was afraid to
set the weights down for fear of detection and punishment. I hesitated
and tried to think of some safe way out of the dilemma. I knew if I let
the matter rest over Sunday I would not remember the weights, for the
reason that my mind was so employed and taken up with the religious
revival that was then going on in the neighborhood, in which I was very
much interested on my own account and on account of my fellow-slaves. I
prayed to God to direct me right. The overseer used a slate on which to
set down the weights of cotton, which was hanging in his cabin. I took
the slate down, made the entries of weights with the names of the
pickers, and hung it up again. During the next day (Sunday) the overseer
came home, and found the slate with the entries on it I had made. He was
somewhat surprised. When Wilson came home he was duly informed of the
fact. I was called, and ordered into _the presence_. I knew it was
unlawful for me to know how to write, and I dreaded the consequences of
my rash act, yet I unhesitatingly, and with a courage that surprised me,
went to the house.

"Who wrote these names and weights on this slate, Charles?" asked Mr.
Wilson.

"I did it, sir," I answered.

"How and when did you learn to write?"

"During the time I attended my young mistresses to school, sir."

Wilson looked at me long and angrily, and remarked that I had kept that
fact secret for a long time, and that as I had learned to read and write
he could not help it. "But you must remember, Charles," he continued,
"that the law is that if any <DW64> shall be found writing, his
forefinger shall be cut off at the first joint."

My time had now come for my first punishment, I thought. A day or two
after I heard Wilson, while in conversation with the overseer, say, "It
will not do to let Charles stay with the rest of the <DW64>s, or he will
learn them all to read and write, and then we might as well set them
free."

What was to be done with me for my unpardonable crime? All kinds of
surmises and speculations entered my mind. What was to be my fate?
Belonging to Mrs. Wilson--her property--I was placed in charge of her
son James, who employed me at teaming, that is, hauling cotton, lumber,
etc.

In this occupation I became pretty well acquainted with the surrounding
country and the people, and was very well satisfied with matters
generally as they then stood. But I was soon to learn that my young
master was only anxious to carry out the plans of his father, and was
determined to punish, or, as they pleased to term it, "break me," merely
because I was related to Ben--because I was able to read and write as
well if not better than James Wilson himself.

I was told one day by James that he had hired me to a man in Pontotoc to
work in a livery-stable, and that I must come to his plantation without
delay. When I arrived I was informed that instead of going to Pontotoc I
should go to the railroad then building through Mississippi, and work
for Mr. Leadbitter. I expostulated with my master, and urged him, with
all the pleas and arguments at my command, to allow me to remain on the
plantation or go to Pontotoc, but to no avail. He whipped out his
six-shooter, raving and swearing, and bade me mount one of two mules
instanter or he would shoot me on the spot. I mounted the mule.

My reasons for not wanting to go to the railroad to work were good.
There was plenty to do on the plantation, and there was no good cause
for sending me away. I feared rough usage at the railroad, and rougher
associations. I had by this time become the religious teacher of all the
well-disposed slaves in the neighborhood, and I was so much interested
in my labors that I doomed my great Master's work of too much importance
to be driven away from it without a struggle. I was no coward, and was
always ready to stand out to the end against all opposition, when my
duty as a humble follower of Jesus was in question. Therefore my
reluctance to be driven from my place of usefulness. However, I got on
the mule and started, in company with a <DW52> man who was going with
me to bring the mules back. After traveling four or five miles, and when
at a convenient place, I dismounted from the mules and told my companion
I was going no farther with him, and that if Wilson wanted any one to go
to the railroad to work he might go himself; and I "took to the woods."

This was the first time I ever attempted to escape and gain my freedom.
Whether I was right or wrong I shall not say, only I ask you to put
yourself in my place as I was then situated, and draw your own
conclusions. It is true I had formed dear and near associations, and the
old neighborhood had been the scene of my trials and triumphs. My master
had been uniformly kind, as much so at least as his disposition would
allow, yet I felt, although my skin was black, I was entitled to and
deserved freedom to worship God according to the dictates of my own
conscience, and to teach others the way to everlasting life. I felt that
I was a man made after God's own image, and that no one had any right to
a property in me as a mere chattel, all human laws to the contrary
notwithstanding. I did not deem that I was a criminal, and that I was
escaping from penal servitude; but that I was one of God's children,
escaping from a worse than Egyptian bondage. I rightfully owed
allegiance to God and my country only. So I run away.




CHAPTER III.

Caught, Tried, and Taken Back Home to James Wilson--My Mistress Saves me
from Being Whipped--I go to the Railroad and Work one Month
Precisely--Go Back Home--Wilson Surprised--Left the Railroad at 3
o'clock A.M.--Did not Want to Disturb Leadbitter's rest--Sent to Memphis
with a Load of Cotton--Afraid of the Slave-pens and Slave-auction--Start
for Home--Not Sold--Pray, Sing, and Shout--Get Home and Ordered to Hire
myself out.


The peculiar feelings one has who is a "runaway" are indescribable. I
felt every bit an outcast, and was frightened by the least noise or the
sight of any person, and the yelp of a hound was terror to me. I skulked
and hid in the woods all day until night, when I concluded to go to
town, get something to eat, and make my arrangements for the future.

When the "hoy," who was sent by Wilson with me, returned and repeated to
him my words, vengeance was sworn against me, and the hounds were turned
loose for immediate chase. I went to the town of Pontotoc, and while
there refreshing myself in a cabin I heard hounds whining. That was
sufficient to inform me that I was trapped. What to do I did not know,
but went to the door with the intention of making my escape, if
possible, when I was met by James Wilson and five other persons fully
armed. Resistance was useless, the hounds would have caught me before I
could have run a hundred yards, even if I could have escaped the
bullets. I surrendered, and was securely tied by James Wilson and his
gang and taken back to the plantation. Dire threats were made against
me, but my mistress, James' mother, saved me again. She informed her son
that "Charles belonged to her; that Charles' mother had placed him,
under the care of God, in her custody, and that she did not intend to
have him beaten."

James insisted on "breaking" me, as he termed it, and finally prevailed
on his mother, with promises, that if she would let him deal with me he
would "break" me without whipping me. She consented. James came to the
cabin where I was tied and chained, and told me that he did not desire
to whip me, but that if I did not go to the railroad to work every slave
on the plantation would become demoralized, and they would all do as
they pleased. His words and manner were very kind and conciliatory, yet
I took them for what they were worth, and did not believe him; for he
would have whipped me severely if he had dared do so. His reasoning
regarding the poor, ignorant slaves on the plantation, however, was to
the point. In their ignorance they would suppose that if I could do as I
pleased and not be punished, they could do the same; and they would, in
all probability, create an insurrection which would result in their own
destruction. For their sakes I acceded to James' wishes. He told me that
if I would go to the railroad and work for Leadbitter one month, that I
might after that time hire myself out to whom I pleased and for as long
a time as I pleased.

I was given a letter to Leadbitter, and immediately started on foot for
the railroad. When I arrived there I handed the letter to Mr.
Leadbitter, who asked me how long I had come to stay with him. I told
him one month. He broke the letter open, and after reading it informed
me that James Wilson stated in the letter that I was to stay as long as
he wanted me. This was a piece of intelligence that learned me that
James Wilson would lie, and from that time forward I had no confidence
in his truthfulness. I did not know what was best to do, but finally
made up my mind to fulfill and make good my promise, and trust to the
future to compel James Wilson to perform his. I thought this the right
course. I did not deem that I would be justified in breaking my promise
because Wilson was unreliable and broke his. I concluded that if
Leadbitter kept me longer than one month he would have to be smarter
than I gave him credit for being. I asked Leadbitter how many days there
were in that month.

I went to work, and kept account of the days. I worked carefully. The
time passed slowly and wearily. My associations were of the worst
character possible, and my co-laborers were of that lowest class of
southern blacks whose ignorance and waywardness render them most of the
time more than brutal. I made every effort to do good among them, and
endeavored to preach to them on several occasions, but was interrupted
and deterred by the whites, who forbade my preaching. I talked to the
blacks, however, whenever opportunity occurred, and I hope that my
labors for Jesus were not in vain.

The last day of my month came and passed. It was Friday. On Saturday
morning, about three o'clock, I started for home, and with rapid walking
I reached my destination about two hours after sunrise. When I reached
the plantation I "cut across lots," and passed through the field where
Wilson was at work with the hands. I approached, unobserved by him, and
spoke to him. He looked at me with astonishment, and in surprise asked,
"What are you doing here?"

"You told me to stay one month; I done so," I answered.

"Did Mr. Leadbitter know when you left?"

"I do not know, sir," I replied. "I left at three o'clock this morning,
and did not think it worth while to disturb Mr. Leadbitter's rest."

"Three o'clock!" exclaimed Wilson.

"Yes, sir," I quietly answered.

"You ran away, did you?"

"No, sir, I did not run away. I stayed as long as you required me to
stay, when, in obedience to your expressed promises, I came home."

James Wilson made some remark I could not understand, but finally said
that as I had come home he had some work for me to do before I could
hire myself out. I felt somewhat easy in my mind, and waited to be set
to work. But when he afterwards told me he wanted me to take a load of
cotton to Memphis, my heart misgave me, I felt sure, in my mind, that I
was to be sold from the slave-pens at Memphis. The grand trial time had
now come for me, and the teachings of my mother and uncle Ben and uncle
Jack before and at our final separation came to me in full force. They
taught me, before I could read for myself, that in trouble I should rely
implicitly on the help of my Savior, and that I should pray without
ceasing. To God I immediately turned for guidance and help, and asked
that my every step might be directed by him, and that he should protect
me from my enemies and persecutors.

I felt that I was being persecuted for Jesus' sake, for I was promised,
time and again, that if I would quit preaching and talking to the slaves
on religious subjects, I should be advanced and my life made easy and
comfortable. I refused the offers, because my Master's work was of more
importance than my ease. I was impressed, deeply, with the great
responsibilities resting upon me, and was determined to preach and teach
while I had strength and opportunity to do so. I may have been mistaken
with regard to the cause of my persecution by the Wilsons, but I think
not. I do not really believe that any one is persecuted for Christ's
sake in this day and age of the world, in a Christian country, except in
the South before the rebellion. I have heard men, and, I am almost
ashamed to say, preachers, proclaim that they were persecuted because of
their adherence to the cause of Christ, when they were not persecuted
at all on any account, except probably on account of some wrong act of
their own. Paul and the apostles were persecuted, and early Christians
were persecuted, but who ever heard of a citizen of the United States
being persecuted because he was a follower of Jesus! But slaves in the
South were persecuted and punished severely for preaching the gospel of
Christ, not on that very account probably, but because it would teach
the slaves obedience to a higher power than the inhuman laws of the
southern states as they then existed. Paul was persecuted for preaching
the redemption of mankind through the blood of the Savior, by pagans and
gentiles. I was persecuted for the same reasons by the slave-owners of
the South, and for endeavoring to lead the benighted blacks to Jesus.
There seems to be some likeness in the positions of Paul and myself. I
felt that was the case, at any rate.

My mind was distressed with the fear that I was being sent to Memphis
only to be sold to the highest bidder. After addressing the throne of
God for help and deliverance I felt relieved, and determined that, come
what would, I would use my best talents and exertions for my heavenly
Master wherever I might be. Relieved, I set about making preparations
for my trip to Memphis, with a prayerful heart. Two of us were going in
company, each with a load of cotton. We started on Monday morning, and
traveled along without unusual trouble or delay for three days over
hilly and rough roads, when we camped for the night within a mile of
Holly Springs, in Mississippi, and about fifty-five miles from home.

It will be remembered that uncle Ben was sold by Wilson to a man who
lived in and near Holly Springs. I was anxious to see uncle Ben, if
possible, and began making inquiries regarding his whereabouts. A
<DW52> man came along the road, driving a team, of whom I inquired.
After a little time he said a preacher named Ben Harris lived in a house
close by, at the same time pointing to it. Upon further inquiries I
learned that Ben had taken another wife. This may seem rather criminal,
and may appear to be a clear case of bigamy against uncle Ben; but when
it is remembered that masters compelled their slaves to live together as
man and wife, without ceremony, for the purpose only of breeding
children, and that Ben had no say in the matter, he will be held
blameless. The laws of the southern states did not recognize the legal
relations of man and wife between slaves, therefore they could not
commit the crime of bigamy. If Ben was morally guilty, he was forced
into his guilt by law and general custom. I had not seen Ben for about
ten years, and was so overjoyed at the prospect of seeing him that I
could scarcely wait until night, for I was informed that he would not be
at his cabin until night. After attending to my affairs about town I
waited until sundown, when I went to the house indicated by my
informant. Not being certain that the person who lived in the cabin was
my uncle, I necessarily had to make inquiries. A <DW52> woman met me at
the door, and answered such questions as I asked, from which I was
satisfied that Ben lived here. I informed the woman who I was and that
Ben was my uncle, and that I had called, in passing on my way to
Memphis, to see him. She cordially invited me to enter the cabin, and
told me that Ben was out feeding the horses and would shortly be in. I
had to wait but a little while when Ben came in. He supposed me to be
some passing stranger, and did not recognize me. After some desultory
conversation I told him who I was and how I came to be there. Our
meeting, after mutual recognition, was affectionate and cordial. We
talked over old times and related our experience since we parted at the
Wilson plantation. We kneeled at the family altar, and each poured out
his soul's thanksgiving to God for his goodness to us, having, before I
left, a season of soul-reviving prayer.

Thus we knelt, uncle Ben, his wife, and I, poor slaves in the chains of
bondage, really and earnestly thanking God for the many blessings we
received. Strange, was it not? when men and women rolling in wealth and
all the luxuries and happiness that wealth could purchase, did not even
deign to notice the source from whence all their blessings flowed. They
had life and liberty, and were unrestrained in the pursuit of happiness,
yet not once did they thank the great Giver of all their good. Then what
had we, poor wretches, to thank God for? For everything we enjoyed,--for
life, for the blessed plan of salvation, for our senses of seeing,
hearing, and feeling, for our hearts with which to love him, for our
humanity, for the great gifts of sunshine, rain, regulated seasons,
the moon, the stars, the earth, the trees, the brooks, the
rivers,--everything truly enjoyable we thanked God for. We thanked him
for health and strength to do his work. Then we had a great deal to
thank Almighty God for, although slaves. How many of you ever think to
thank God for sunshine or for reason? Let me illustrate. A gentleman
was passing along the highway, when he was met by a poor maniac, who
accosted him, saying, "What do you thank God for?" The gentleman being
surprised by the abrupt question did not reply immediately, when the
maniac continued, "Then thank God for your reason; mine is gone; I'm
mad--a maniac." This was something the gentleman had never thought of
before, and it opened to his mind an entirely new source of
thankfulness. We are apt to forget that we are not slaves, not blind,
deaf, or dumb, and not insane; yet should we lose any one of our five
senses we would then know how to be thankful for and appreciate that
sense should we regain it. Then thank God for everything, your very
existence included. Suppose the sun would stop in his course and not
shine on the earth but for one day. What consternation and grief there
would be throughout the world! Then suppose that after twenty-four hours
the sun should burst upon us in all his refulgence and glorious
magnificence. What a shout of joy would greet his appearance, and glad
hearts would pour out thanks upon thanks to the great Giver for the
needful sunshine. Then let us be thankful for all the great blessings
bestowed upon us by our heavenly Father, and serve him with all our
hearts, in whatever position in life we may be placed. Uncle Ben and I
did _then_, and we do _yet_.

After a prolonged conversation and a good and refreshing season of
prayer I took my departure for my camp, never expecting to meet my
relative again, and never have.

We started next morning on our way to Memphis, and traveled into
Memphis, after three days, on a very fine road for the South, known as
the state-line road. We drove to the cotton-yard, unloaded, and received
the receipts for the cotton, and put up for the night at a wagon-yard. I
spent this night in prayer and supplication that God would save me from
the slave-pen and the auctioneer's block; and my prayers were responded
to in my protection. The next morning we started for home by what was
known as the pigeon-roost route, in order to save toll and other
expenses.

The weight on my mind was removed, and I felt happy and thankful. I was
not sold from the shambles. I prayed, I sung, and I shouted by turns. We
arrived at home, and I waited patiently for my next order.

My young master soon informed me, however, that I might hire myself out,
if I could find and one that would hire me. Good! God was on my side.
With a light heart and truly happy I set about my preparations to hire
myself out; and the very first thing I did was to go to my cabin and
thank God for his goodness, and ask for his protection and guidance.
Always praying? Yes, I was always at it. My heart was big with love to
God.




CHAPTER IV.

Start out on my Travels to Hunt a New Master--Find Mr. Dansley--Hire to
Him--Thirty Dollars per Month for my Master and Five Dollars for
Myself--Wilson Astonished--Appointed Superintendent of Dansley's
Farm--Rules and Regulations--Peace and Tranquillity--My Moral Labors
Successful--Prayer and Social Meetings--Meetings in the Woods--Quarrel
and Fight like very Brothers--Time comes to be Moved to Another Field of
Labor.


It was customary in the slave states to allow slaves to hire themselves
for their masters to such as the slaves themselves desired to work for.
Sometimes this arrangement was made to save the master trouble. In my
case I was instructed to find a place to work at thirty dollars per
month and board, and then to return and report to Wilson, who would then
give the necessary permission in writing, which would stand as a
contract between him and my employer.

My first object was to find a Christian man to hire to who would allow
me to pray and preach on all proper occasions, and who would rather
assist me than hinder me in my efforts to make Christians of the
blacks. I cared nothing for the manual labor I had to do, if I could
only be placed in a position to do my great Master's work. His work was
my life-labor. On this particular account I was very careful who I
applied to. In a day or two I applied to Mr. Dansley, whose plantation
was about eighteen miles from Wilson's, and who had been recommended to
me as being the kind of man I was hunting for. Mr. Dansley questioned me
closely, and examined me as to my reasons for wanting to hire out, and
why my master wished me to hire out when there was plenty of work on his
own place for me to do. I confessed frankly that I could read and write,
and knew something about figures, and was desirous to serve God and do
his work by preaching, and in every other way in my power; that my
master was afraid that I would demoralize his other slaves by learning
them to read and write and by preaching to them, and in order that I
might not do that he wanted me off the plantation; that he could not
sell me because I was the property of his wife, and that she would not
consent to have me sold out of the family. "If those are faults, as
considered by Mr. Wilson, I am very well satisfied that you will perform
your part of the contract notwithstanding; yet what Mr. Wilson is
pleased to consider faults in you I deem good points in your character
and disposition, therefore I will hire you, hoping that your duty to God
will include your duty to me under the contract of hire." I told him
that was my understanding of my duty to God; that it comprised, in my
condition of servitude, my duty to my slave-master. I informed Mr.
Dansley that my master, Wilson, wanted thirty dollars per month for my
services, and that I wanted five dollars per month for myself, making in
all thirty-five dollars per month. He was satisfied to pay that amount,
and gave me a letter to carry to Wilson stating that he would hire me at
thirty dollars per month, yet he agreed with me that he would pay me,
besides, five dollars per month.

When Wilson gave me instructions to hire myself out at not less than
thirty dollars per month, he hoped I would fail, from the fact that
wages for field-hands were only twenty-five dollars per month; and when
I went back with Mr. Dansley's letter so soon, he was somewhat
surprised. He would have opened his eyes with wonder if he had known
that Dansley was to pay me five dollars per month extra. He gave me a
written permission to work for Mr. Dansley as long as Dansley should
want me. I immediately went to Dansley's, and stayed with him nine
months--nine months of contented time.

I found my new master every way worthy of any confidence I might repose
in him. In moderate circumstances, he used prudence and diligence in his
business transactions and farm operations. He was one of those kind of
men some of which may be found in almost every community--an unassuming,
industrious, Christian gentleman.

For his farm-force he hired men, both white and black; and when his work
pushed him he would require his cook and house-maid, the only slaves he
owned, to assist in the fields. At the time of my commencing to work for
him he had white men hired who were worse, if any thing, in their habits
of shiftless laziness than the lazy blacks. These whites, whom the
<DW64>s usually termed "white trash," were, as a general thing, the most
vicious, brutal, thieving, shiftless, and lazy human beings imaginable.
They were ignorant in the greatest degree, and would not work so long as
they could obtain food to sustain life in any other way. They deemed it
an honor to be noticed civilly by a respectable <DW64>, and would fawn
and truckle to the behests of any one who had the physical courage to
command them. Such people can be found in no place except the South.
They are a result of the system of slavery and slave-laws, and
slave-owners are responsible for their condition. Such were the kind of
men I had to work with. These men would quarrel and wrangle among
themselves, and would consume time and neglect their work. When the
house-servants were at work in the field, they would insult and misuse
them in every conceivable manner, and it was with great difficulty that
Mr. Dansley could get his work done properly and in season. Knowing I
had been a farm-superintendent on Wilson's plantation for a number of
years, Mr. Dansley immediately appointed me to the same position on his
farm, which accounts for his readiness and willingness to pay me high
wages.

This was a new kind of position for me, and it required considerable
thought and management for me to get matters properly arranged in my
mind. "Bossing" white hands and working with them, so as to make their
labors profitable for my employer, was no easy task. The farm-work was
carried on somewhat similar to the way in which large farms are worked
in the northern states, and it required great prudence and watchful care
to avoid waste and save all the crops. I arranged my rules of conduct,
hours of labor, etc., for the hands, and submitted them to Mr. Dansley
for his approval. Mr. Dansley left the matter entirely with me; and,
after trial, I found my rules were not sufficiently stringent, and that
if I expected to successfully "carry on" that farm I would have to make
rules with penalties attached, the men I had to deal with caring little
or nothing for mild, persuasive laws. I therefore drew up the following
rules, and presented them to Mr. Dansley, and requested him to make them
stipulations in the contracts of hire with his men. He approved them,
and acceded to my request.

1. Quarreling and using vulgar and profane language is strictly
forbidden on the farm, and any hand or hands violating this rule shall
be discharged or corrected, in the discretion of the superintendent.

2. Obedience to the just orders of the superintendent is essential to
the profitable conduct of the farm; therefore, disobedience to the
orders of the superintendent shall be followed by the discharge of the
hand or hands so offending, or his or their correction, in the
discretion of the superintendent.

3. Each and every hand hereby binds himself to obey the just orders of
the superintendent and the rules herein established, and upon the
discharge of any hand or hands, by the superintendent, one month's wages
shall be forfeited.

These rules were signed by the hands, that is, they "made their mark;"
but I signed my name, being the only <DW64> hand on the place and the
only one who could write.

Peace and tranquillity reigned on that farm thereafter, and better crops
were not raised in the county. My whole study and aim was to do
right--to be just to my hands and do my duty to my employer. I relied on
God's help, and prayerfully asked his guidance in every and all
difficulties and emergencies, and my success is attributable to that
help which is always given when properly asked for.

The men I had to deal with were more to be pitied than blamed. They were
entirely ignorant of any but the most crude principles of right, and
were taught from their childhood only such rude notions as prevailed
among the ignorant. When I talked to them of Jesus they seemed
astonished. They did not even know that punishment would meet them
hereafter for their sins committed in this life, and were puzzled and
perplexed with the plan of salvation until after I had repeatedly
explained it to them; in fact, I taught them the history of man, from
Adam down to the coming of our Savior, and taught them the religion of
Jesus. Better-behaved men or better hands were not to be found in the
neighborhood after they learned the way to Jesus, and many happy times
we did have on that farm at our prayer--meetings and social gatherings.
All of us would meet at some convenient place on the farm, every
Sabbath-day, and would spend the time profitably, in exhortation and
prayer. The master and mistress were always there, and worked with a
will in the cause of Christ, and I would exhort and preach to the best
of my ability. Sometimes Mr. Dansley would read a chapter from the Bible
and comment thereon, and sometimes his wife would read and comment. All
of us prayed, and some of the white hands became, in a short time,
earnest public prayers. They had found the fount of true happiness, and
would drink largely therefrom on all occasions.

Our regular Sunday meetings soon became known in the neighborhood, and
the neighbors and their slaves would come and worship with us, until our
congregations became so large that Mr. Dansley allowed me to take the
hands and clear away a nice place in the woods, and make seats and a
stand, where we held our meetings regularly thereafter every Sunday, in
the forenoon, afternoon, and at night; besides, we held a social
prayer-meeting every Wednesday evening. These meetings were productive
of great good to the community and to individuals. In this way I
brought men and women to God even while in a condition of slavery, and
required to labor six days in the week in the grain and cotton fields.
If I, a slave, could accomplish this much, how much should the favored
preachers of the country accomplish? This is a hard question to answer,
however, and I shall not insist on its consideration, as every preacher
can not be a Lorenzo Dow, a John Smith, or a James Findley.

Among the field-hands under me were two brothers, white men, who, when I
first took charge of the farm were maliciously wicked toward each other,
and were almost constantly quarreling just like brothers(!). Before
three months had elapsed, under my kind of treatment, they were praying,
acting Christians, and remained so as long as I knew them.

From this time down to the present writing I have been a zealous worker
in the Lord's vineyard, and shall remain in the harness as long as God
wills.

Regarding doctrinal points of theology I knew nothing, and my whole
stock of theological works could have been carried in a vest pocket, in
the shape of one or two tracts which fell in my way, and which I read,
studied, and preserved. I had a Bible, and that alone served me as the
guide in my ministry, and furnished me with all the arguments necessary
to the conversion of sinners and their redemption.

Our congregation at Mr. Dansley's was not organized into a church, and I
did not attempt to receive members into the church of Christ. I doubted
my authority to do so, and any efforts on my part in that direction
would have been immediately stopped by the preachers and members of the
white churches. But this did not deter me from preaching and exhorting.
I believed firmly that God required of me the labor I performed, and I
was so much interested and taken up in my work that I did not stop to
consider what the consequences would be to myself. My only consideration
was, "Where can I find an opportunity to do good and save souls." I
asked no pay for my services as a preacher, and never received any;
hence I usually found congregations awaiting me at my appointments made
up of all classes, white and black, and from all churches organized in
the community. My discourses were sometimes off-hand and sometimes
studied. It is true my studied discourses were, in the main, original,
and taken wholly from the Bible, yet they were none the less effective,
because they were earnest and honest. My language was that of the
southern blacks and uneducated whites at the beginning of my labors as
an exhorter, but after hard study and training I improved myself greatly
in this respect, and gained the reputation of being as correct in my
pronunciation of English words as the majority of the white preachers. I
am not yet entirely free from dialectic pronunciation, and never expect
to be; but I find that this very defect, if so it may be called, adds
force to my sermons, and gives them a distinctness not otherwise
attainable. Therefore I make use of my very faults to do good.

I had hoped to stay with Mr. Dansley as long as he could find it
profitable to hire me; and so far I had been of great use to him. I had
placed his whole farm in a good state of repair, and had matured and
saved his crops in such a manner that his profits were much larger than
they ever were before in any one season. I had the goodwill and
confidence of the hands, both white and black, who worked under me, and
was an instrument in the hands of God in spreading the religion of Jesus
Christ in the neighborhood; consequently I was happy and contented, with
plenty of all kinds of work to do. But I had accomplished my mission at
this place, and it pleased God to remove me to another field of labor,
where the harvest was ripe and ready for the reaper. I never
complained; on the contrary, I rejoiced that God was not done with me,
and had plenty for me to do. When I had thoroughly worked one field of
labor, I deemed my immediate services no longer required, and was glad
when removed where more work was to be done in God's moral vineyard. Of
course I formed intimate associations in every locality in which I was
placed, and was prone to leave them; but I was content to do the will of
God in every particular, whether that will was expressed through the
slave-laws and James Wilson or otherwise.

I was a slave, and was compelled to labor for the profit of my owner,
which I performed diligently and faithfully; I was a child of God, and
owed him duty and obedience, which I performed earnestly and constantly.
From my slave-owners I expected and received no reward or remuneration;
from God I received no pay as I labored, but my great reward is yet to
come. I have been a depositor in God's bank, from which I expect to draw
largely at the final settlement.




CHAPTER V.

James Wilson Comes Along--Wants me to go with Him to Saulsbury,
Tennessee, to Help Build a House for a Grocery-Store--Takes me Along
with Him--Wilson Taken Sick--I Take Care of Him--He gets Well--I make
another Attempt to Escape from Slavery--What Came of it.


One day James Wilson came to Mr. Dansley's, and said he had come for me
to go with him to Saulsbury, Tennessee, where he was going to start a
grocery, and that he wished my assistance in erecting a building
therefor. He informed me, at the same time, that as soon as the building
was finished, I might return to Mr. Dansley and stay with him as long as
he wanted me. He had another <DW52> man with him, and desired to go
right away. All I had to do was to obey, so without further ado I bade
farewell to the people of the plantation, and went with Wilson. The
parting made me feel sad, for a time.

The word grocery, as applied in the South, has a far different meaning
than that intended in the North. A grocery in the South is a place
where whisky and other intoxicating beverages are sold, and, as a
general thing, at these places the planters and others congregate to
drink, carouse, gamble, quarrel, and fight. This was the kind of grocery
James Wilson was going to start in Saulsbury, and the thought of aiding
even under protest and unwillingly in the establishment of one of these
hells caused me much anxiety. I made every effort to get relieved from
this odious work, but without avail.

We immediately began the erection of the grocery-building, on our
arrival at Saulsbury, and made good progress for a while. The boards we
used in the building had to be sawed by us two slaves with a whipsaw. We
dug a deep trench in the ground, and laid the log to be sawed into
boards lengthwise over the trench, and one of us would stand in the
trench under the log and the other on top of the log. In this way we
worked, day after day, until we had a sufficient number of boards to
accommodate our wants.

The Almighty, it seemed to me, interfered with our work. James Wilson
was taken down very sick in the midst of our efforts to create this
additional devil's den, and was totally unable to leave his bed. I had
to take care of him, and the work on the grocery-house was necessarily
stopped. As soon as he was able to be moved I took him to the Sulphur
Springs, not many miles away, and nursed him carefully and attentively
until he was able to be about again.

This sickness of Wilson I deemed a warning to him, and endeavored to
impress as much on his mind; but I was cursed and reviled for my pains.
I availed myself of every opportunity to dissuade him from his evil
purpose, but failed. He was determined to start a grocery, and start a
grocery he would and did. I cleared my skirts and conscience in the
business, however, as far as I could under the circumstances; yet a
"still small voice" seemed to whisper to me that I was doing very wicked
and sinful acts in helping to further the grocery iniquity. I was, in a
manner, forced to work, yet I was uneasy and troubled in my mind. Others
may think I was blameless; that I was a slave and not accountable for
acts my master commanded me to do. This seemed very specious reasoning,
but still I felt guilty, and sent fervent and prayerful petitions to the
throne of grace for forgiveness and fortitude to withstand temptation,
which enable me to do the will of my great Master regardless of the
consequences that might ensue to me from the effects of Wilson's wrath
or resentment.

We finished the building in about two months from the time we first
went to Salisbury, and prepared to return home.

It was here that I first saw a complete railroad and a locomotive with a
train of cars. My fellow-slave, on hearing the whistle of the locomotive
for the first time, was very much frightened, and jumped over the log he
was hewing, with the exclamation, "Good God! what is that?" and started
to run. I stopped him, and, explaining to him what the loud, shrill
shriek meant, quieted his fears. We both went to the depot and examined
the locomotive and cars with great curiosity and interest.

James Wilson, being still weak with his late sickness, was compelled to
ride in the wagon he had brought from home, and I rode his saddle-horse.
On the way, Wilson informed me that I was to attend the grocery at
Salisbury, and that he expected me to make money out of the concern. My
very soul revolted at the bare idea of being a whisky-vender, and my
immediate determination was not to be one. My mind was made up to "take
to the woods" on the first favorable opportunity. I said nothing,
however, but kept my own counsel.

We traveled slowly, by reason of the master's sickness; and when we
stopped for the night I found that the saddle I had been riding had hurt
the horse's back. Wilson was furious, and swore he would take as much
hide from my back when we got home as the saddle had taken from the
horse's back.

The next day after leaving Salisbury we arrived at Mr. Dansley's. In
conversation, I heard Wilson tell Mr. Dansley that he intended to take
me home with him.

I claimed the fulfillment of his promise from Wilson, and asked him if
he was not going to let me work for Mr. Dansley, according to agreement.
This so enraged Wilson that he pulled out his six-shooter, and
exclaimed:

"Mount that horse, you ---- black rascal!"

I did so.

Fearful that the horse's back would become incurably sore if I rode him
with his back in the condition it was, I suggested that the horse had
better be led. Wilson therefore ordered me into the wagon to drive the
team, and required Havely, my fellow-slave, to walk,--intending we
should take turns. After awhile Havely exchanged places with me, and
while walking along in rear of the wagon it occurred to me that this
would be as favorable an opportunity as I would soon again get for
making my escape from Wilson and slavery.

I "took to the woods" without attracting the attention of either Wilson
or Havely, and made good my escape, for the time at least.

I made my way back to Mr. Dansley's and told him my reasons for
endeavoring to effect my escape from slavery, and that the immediate
cause of my present attempt was to keep myself clear of the accursed sin
of whisky-selling. My motives were applauded, but my judgment was
condemned.

How could I ever expect to escape to a country where I could be a free
man? Even should I escape to the northern states the fugitive slave law,
which was then in full force, would remand me back to slavery, and it
was a long, tedious, and perilous journey to Canada. I was going to make
the attempt at any rate.

It was agreed between us that Mr. Dansley should buy me of Wilson if he
could, and that I should stay and work for him at the rate of
thirty-five dollars per month until I had re-imbursed Mr. Dansley, when
I should have my freedom papers. It would have required about four years
for me to pay for myself at those rates, as Wilson "priced" me at
sixteen hundred dollars.

The negotiations for my purchase by Mr. Dansley failed, and I was left
to my exertions to get to Canada the best way I could. I was secreted
during this time about Dansley's farm, and was aroused to a sense of my
condition one day by reading a hand-bill which was posted on a tree on
the road close to Mr. Dansley's house, of which the following is a copy:

  "ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS REWARD!"

  "Charles, a slave, has disappeared from the plantation of
  the undersigned, in Pontotoc County. The above reward
  will be given for his apprehension and return to me alive.

  "JAMES WILSON."

This settled the matter. The reward was soon known over the whole
country, and every slave-hunter was on the chase to gain the reward. I
"laid close" and waited to escape from that part of the country, so that
I might not compromise Mr. Dansley. He was already under surveillance by
slave-owners, and was in danger of being driven from the country; in
fact, threats of lynching had been made against him.

The last day I was there I lay hid in some cotton-pens, close to the
house, when two men came on the hunt of me. They had their blood-hounds
with them, and demanded permission of Dansley to search his house. The
permission was granted, when the men began the search. I could see and
hear all that was going on, and trembled for my safety. I put myself on
the mercy of the Almighty and resigned myself entirely into his hands.
The search was made all over the premises, including the cotton-pens in
which I was hid; but God was on my side, and I was saved from their
clutches. I earnestly thanked God for my deliverance on this occasion.

As soon as dark came I emerged from my hiding-place, and, after being
supplied with what provisions I could conveniently carry, I bid good-by
to Christian Dansley and his family, and started on my perilous journey
to the free states and Canada.

My progress was necessarily slow and wearisome, being compelled to
travel altogether at night. The first point I designed making on my
journey was Memphis, where I hoped to find means of escape to Illinois.

I had plenty of time for meditation and prayer, and my thoughts were
naturally concentrated on my deplorable condition all the time. My past
life came up in review before me, and while sorrowfully wandering
through the woods I would compare myself to persecuted Christians in the
days of the apostles and the early evaneglists. The blessed Savior was
persecuted in his very infancy and had to be hid by his parents. They
had to flee for life; I was fleeing for liberty. What had I to complain
of? Jesus was with me and would protect me. God had delivered him from
the very tomb of death; why need I fear? With these reflections in my
mind I would feel revived and refreshed with the consolation that while
there was life in me there was hope for me. The words of the poet came
to my memory, wherein he says:

  "Neither will he upbraid you,
    Though often your request;
  He'll give you grace to conquer,
    And take you home to rest."

The consolation and help I received from my meditations sustained me
through all my trials and hardships, and I plodded my weary way along
with God in my heart and bright hopes for the future. I knew if I drew
nigh unto God he would draw nigh unto me; and that if I would let the
word of Christ dwell in me I would be rich in all wisdom. Yet I was
aware I should suffer persecution if I lived godly in Jesus Christ;
therefore I determined to continue in the things which I had learned.

On Sunday night I arrived at Holly Springs. Uncle Ben lived there, and I
was anxious to see him and obtain through his assistance, if possible,
rest and food. I had proceeded only a little way toward his house when I
met a <DW52> man and began conversation with him. I learned that the
reward Wilson had offered for me had arrived at Holly Springs before me,
and that persons were on the lookout for me. The <DW52> man seemed to
have a suspicion that I was a runaway, and was disposed to aid me all in
his power. To keep out of the way of slave-hunters was my object, and I
knew that the contemplated visit to Uncle Ben was fraught with too much
danger to be further thought of.

Fearful that the <DW64> would betray me, yet feeling somewhat safe for
the present, I sat down to think and rest myself. I knew that if I was
caught Wilson would flay me, as he had threatened to do, for making his
saddle-horse's back sore, but that if I could once get through to
Memphis I would be enabled, through the assistance of friends, to make
my way North. Yet I wanted to see Uncle Ben again, and tried to hit upon
some plan to accomplish that object; but I failed, and started on the
road again.

After traveling a short time I came to a house by the road-side. The
kitchen stood about twenty yards from the main building, and had a
window in the back part of it. I was very hungry, and debated in my mind
as to the manner in which I should proceed to obtain food. To ask for it
was too risky, and I was fearful that if I was seen by any of the
persons about the house I would be apprehended and put in the nearest
jail as a runaway. Looking in at the window I saw a <DW52> woman; and
on a table a meal was prepared, which, it seemed, was being held in
readiness for the arrival of some one. I waited patiently, hoping the
<DW52> woman would leave the kitchen for some purpose; but she sat
quietly waiting.

After awhile the master and mistress arrived, it seems, from a visit.
Shortly the mistress of the house came in and ordered the supper.
Fortunately for me the supper was to be carried into the "big house,"
and the cook, taking her hands full of things, left the kitchen and went
into the house. I immediately sprung through the window, promiscuously
emptied the meat and bread into my sack, and left the kitchen the same
way before the return of the cook, just in time to escape detection.

I crouched in the shade of the cabin fearing to move, when I heard the
cook exclaim:

"Good gracious! some one hab tuk and turned in an' tuk all de bread an'
meat."

Her cries brought the household to the kitchen, and during the racket I
made my escape to the road and a more peaceful neighborhood. I walked
briskly for a couple of miles, when I stopped and satisfied my ravenous
hunger.

This was my first theft of something to eat. Before this I had been
fortunate enough to obtain supplies of food from friendly slaves, but
for the twenty-four hours previous to my raid on the kitchen I had eaten
nothing. I make no excuse for this immoral act, and ask no one to say I
did right. I only did what perhaps any one else, under the same
circumstances, would have done. I was too weak from hunger and other
causes to withstand the temptation of obtaining the food as I did. As
soon as my appetite was satisfied, however, my sin rose up before me in
all its enormity; I felt distressed; and it came vividly in my mind, "In
that Christ hath suffered, being tempted, he is able to succor them that
are tempted." Oh, what had I done! I had lost God's help in this my hour
of trial. I prayed for forgiveness, and asked God to direct and protect
me. Yet I felt uneasy and depressed,--not that my faith in Jesus was any
the less, but that my sin would bring its own punishment.

  "There is many a pang to pursue me;
    They may crush, but they shall not contemn--
  They may torture, but shall not subdue me,--
    'Tis of God I think--not of them."

About daylight I reached a forest in which I could conceal myself during
the day. I slept soundly, being undisturbed, until dark, when I
proceeded onward. While traveling _that night_ I was compelled to pass a
large plantation. I was afraid some white person would see me,
therefore I avoided every one,--not being able to distinguish, in the
dark, a white from a black person. However, about daylight I met a
<DW52> boy, who procured some food for me and directed me to a
cotton-pen close by, where I could hide and sleep during the day. When
night came--it was Thursday night--I crawled out of the pen and started
for another night's walk. I made very good time that night, and walked
to within nine miles of Memphis. I was afraid to go on into Memphis in
the day-time, consequently I slept in the woods that day without
anything to eat, my supply of food being exhausted.

I was very much exhausted, and suffered greatly from hunger. When night
came I started again. After proceeding on my way about two miles I came
to the village of Mt. Pleasant, where I thought to obtain something to
eat. I had passed nearly through the village without seeing any one; but
finally I saw a man who I mistook for a <DW52> man. I accosted him,
when, to my chagrin and disappointment, he was a white man. I felt that
I had already betrayed myself; and through my fright and want of
steadiness I was again in bonds.

The man asked me numerous and various questions, as to where I came
from, where I was going, who I belonged to, etc.

I again sinned, and paid the penalty. I lied to the man. I told him I
belonged to a man by the name of Potts, and that I was going to his
plantation.

Quite a number of persons soon gathered around me, and by repeated
questions entrapped me. Inquiries were made as to the health of Mr.
Potts' family, and of Mr. Potts in particular. I stated that the family
were well and that Mr. Potts was as well as usual.

It turned out that several of the persons present knew the Potts family,
and that Mr. Potts had died two months previously.

I was immediately arrested and placed in a secure place, tied and
chained to the floor.

Thus sin brought me into trouble. Had I trusted to God and not been in
too great haste to get something to eat, he would have helped me. My
weakness made me forget that I should not lie to any one, seeing that I
had put off the old man with his deeds. In my great need of
strengthening food, Christ would have succored me had I not forgotten to
pray to him and ask his help, for "a man can receive nothing except it
be given him from heaven."

In nearly all the villages of the South, and on most of the large
plantations, were slave-jails, where runaway and refractory slaves were
incarcerated. These jails were usually a double pen, the inside pen
being covered with a roof, and the top of the outside pen being covered
with sharp iron spikes. Between the pens one or more savage dogs were
usually kept. This was the kind of place I was now placed in.

Hungry, worn out with my journey, and nearly naked, I soon fell asleep
from sheer exhaustion and slept soundly until morning.

After I had eaten my breakfast I was taken out of jail at Mt. Pleasant
and started back to Holly Springs, well ironed and guarded, where I was
recognized as Wilson's slave. Wilson was notified of my apprehension.
After laying in the jail at Holly Springs about three weeks Wilson came
for me. I had made several attempts in that time to escape, but did not
succeed.

I was ironed and compelled to walk, which, in my exhausted state, was
too much for me, and I was taken violently sick on the road, when Wilson
procured a conveyance and hauled me the balance of the way home. A
physician was immediately summoned, who ordered my shackles removed.

After the irons were removed I regained my spirits, and entertained
hopes of being able to make another attempt to regain my liberty. I was
very sick for several days.

About two o'clock on the last morning I stayed there I awoke and felt
fresh, and found that my strength had in a great measure returned. Upon
looking around the moonlit room I found that I was alone. To escape was
my very first intention. Getting out of bed I examined the window to the
cabin, when I found I could raise it easily. I gathered what clothes I
could find, as well as a blanket from the bed, and climbing through the
window made my escape unobserved. I did not stop to put on my clothes
until I had got two or three miles from the plantation.

I stayed in the woods about three weeks, when I returned to my master
and asked his forgiveness, and promised that I would never run away
again. I was forgiven.

During my three weeks' starving and hiding in the woods I had ample time
for reflection and thought. Prayerfully I considered my situation and
asked God's help to direct me. I came to the conclusion that I was
entirely wrong in my course. God, for his own good purpose, had placed
me in bondage, and in his good time he would relieve me either by death
or emancipation. My hardships, I felt, were by reason of my disobedience
to God's will. Although I was a slave God had given me my task in his
vineyard as a slave, and I should have fronted the wrath of my master,
Wilson, rather than that of God. I felt that I was doing wrong, and
after prayerful consideration I determined to do right, and go back to
the plantation and patiently await God's time to set me free.

Wilson received me as kindly as his nature would permit, and treated me
as he did the other slaves and as if I had never been disobedient to him
and ran away. I felt better, and knew then that I was right in the sight
of my heavenly Father. My views underwent a change for the better while
I was an outcast in the woods, and after that I was better fitted to do
my allotted work for God.




CHAPTER VI.

Was hired to Mr. Thompson, and adopted his name--Opened regular
meetings, and preached on the plantation and other places--Took unto
myself a wife--Was purchased by Thompson, duly installed on the
plantation, and invested with authority--Various means and plans
resorted to by the overseer to degrade me in the eyes of Mr.
Thompson--Driven, through persecution, to run away--Returned back to my
master.


A short time after I came in from the woods Wilson determined to hire me
to a man named Thompson, who lived about twenty miles away. I made no
objection, and was duly hired for the term of three years.

I adopted the name "Thompson," from my new master, which I have since
retained.

The slaves of the South are usually named like brutes, with only one
name for a designation, and it became customary among the slaves to
adopt the surname of their masters. I had never adopted the name of
Wilson, because I disliked the man; but as soon as I was hired to Mr.
Thompson I took his name, therefore I was henceforth known as Charles
Thompson. The adoption of a name by myself may appear strange to a
great many of my readers, yet when it comes to be considered that I was
a human chattel, with no rights or privileges of American citizenship,
and that I was without a name, except simply "Charles," no surprise will
be felt.

I labored faithfully and honestly for Mr. Thompson during my term of
service, and endeavored in all things to do my duty. I made such efforts
as I could to bring the slaves on the plantation to Jesus, and
inaugurated regular and stated meetings. I preached and exhorted on the
plantation and at other places where I could gather the <DW64>s to hear
me; and I felt that I was the means in God's hands of redeeming precious
souls. In these meetings I had helpers from among the most intelligent
of the slaves, and made such progress that at all our meetings we would
have a number of God-fearing whites to pray with us.

During my term of hired service with Mr. Thompson I married a <DW52>
girl and added the responsibilities of a husband to my various cares.

The marriage of slaves was a mere formality among themselves, there
being nothing legal, according to the laws of the southern states, about
the ceremony or marriage contract. The slaves cohabited together in most
instances with the express or implied consent of their masters; and as
the masters did not regard the marriage of their slaves as anything,
wives and husbands were constantly in danger of being separated forever.

But the slaves themselves instituted a ceremony which they considered
morally binding, as far as they were concerned; and the slave-owners
deemed it prudent to gratify their slaves by a recognition, in some
degree, of the marital relations that might exist among them. Therefore
a certain set of rules came into operation, by general consent,
governing the visits of the husband to the wife when owned by different
masters. When the wife of a slave lived not more than five miles from
his master he could visit her once a week; when she lived not more than
ten miles away, he could go to see her once in two weeks; and when she
lived twenty or more miles away he could go to see her only once in two
months.

At the expiration of my term of service I was loth to leave my wife at
Thompson's, and go back to Wilson's, and strenuously objected, knowing
that I could get to see her only once in two months.

Wilson having learned that I was not desirous of returning to him, wrote
to Mr. Thompson to send me home as soon as the last day of my service
expired; but Mr. Thompson was desirous of retaining me, and made
efforts to that effect. He sent me to Wilson to learn the price set for
me. I arrived in due time, when Wilson informed me that he would sell me
to Thompson, but that he would not take less than twelve hundred
dollars, cash.

The proposition did not seem to please Thompson, but after a time he
concluded to buy me, and sent his son to Wilson with the purchase money.
The purchase at that particular time was lucky for me, as Wilson had
written Thompson a very abusive letter, and it was received by Mr.
Thompson on the evening of the day on which his son went to Wilson's to
buy me. The bargain was made, however, and I was duly transferred to my
new master, by delivery and a bill of sale. The personal matter between
Wilson and Thompson soon blew over, and I was duly installed on the
plantation as one of the chattel fixtures.

I seemed to take a new lease of life from this time, and determined, if
possible, to profit by former experiences and shun every appearance of
ill-nature and evil intentions, and to gain the confidence of my new
master, that I might better do the work of my heavenly Master. All
nature seemed lovely to me, and I was happy in doing my duty and
obliging the will of God.

I was invested with authority on the plantation by Mr. Thompson, and
was required to keep an eye on the overseer, and to report any
enormities that might be committed by him.

Mr. Thompson was a wealthy planter and kept a general overseer, besides
the usual field bosses; yet there were other slaves on the plantation
who had the confidence of the master and were put at such service as
required intelligence and integrity.

The position in which I was now placed was difficult and onerous; but I
did my duty to the very best of my ability, and satisfactorily to my
master. The overseer soon found out that I was _his_ overseer; and he
used every means, and various plans, to drive me to do something that
would degrade me in the eyes of Mr. Thompson. It was only by reason of
the greatest forbearance and the very closest attention to my duties
that I escaped his machinations; and by attending to everything with the
most scrupulous care he could find no fault with me, that had truth for
its foundation. But the constant and pertinacious maliciousness of the
overseer, and my own weakness, eventually brought me to grief.

As a rule, when a bad and wicked man undertakes any species of
devilishness he generally prevails, for a time, and is apparently
successful in his schemes; and should he meet with failure at the onset
his want of success only maddens him to greater exertions and more
persistent efforts. Being urged by the devil, and the devil being a hard
driver, he either rushes to his own destruction or destroys the
happiness or lives of others. Thus I was placed in the crucible for
further refinement and regeneration. My humanity gave way for some time;
but God was with me, and in the end I prevailed. The overseer's name was
Hines, and he belonged to that class of southern whites who are noted
for their ignorance and brutality. He could read and write a
little,--just enough to make out a <DW64>'s pass or a receipt for money
paid on account of his employer. In this respect I was far in advance of
him, of which my master was aware, and which was one of the causes of
Hines' excessive hatred of me, and of his great desire to "put me down
and make me know my place," as he termed it. He was very irreligious,
and entirely wanting in every attribute of a Christian. He was also what
in the South is termed a "bully"--that is, he was free to use his
pistols on the slightest occasion, when among his equals, but when in
the presence of his superiors he was a cringing sycophant and coward. He
was a real coward, at best, in all places. He did not want me on the
plantation; and he was determined that he would so harrass me that I
would become as reckless and devilish as himself, and thereby compel my
master to send me to a slave-market to be sold.

Hines concocted various tales and reported them to Mr. Thompson,
relating to my alleged insubordination, laziness, refusal to work, etc.,
but all to no effect. Finally he told my master that I was so
disobedient that the rest of the slaves were affected by my conduct, and
that I would ruin all the slaves on the plantation unless severe means
were used to conquer me.

My master informed Hines, after hearing his story, that Jack, a
fellow-servant of mine in my younger days, had killed Prince, another
fellow-servant, on Wilson's plantation, several years before; that I
might be imbued with the same spirit; and that if he undertook to
chastise me he might meet with the same fate of Prince.

This murder occurred after I had been sold by Wilson to Thompson, but
being permitted to return to Wilson's plantation once a year to visit
and preach to my old flock, I learned the facts regarding the matter.

Jack belonged to a neighbor of Wilson's by the name of Scott, and having
done something displeasing to Scott he wished to tie him up and whip
him. Jack refused to be whipped by Scott or any one else, when Prince
was called upon by his master (Scott) to help him secure Jack. Prince
was reluctant, but was commanded two or three times to take hold of
Jack and hold him. Jack told him not to approach him at the peril of his
life; but not heeding Jack's warning he made the effort to tie Jack,
when he was stabbed to the heart with a knife in Jack's hand, and
expired almost instantly. Jack made his escape for a short time, but was
captured and immediately hanged without a trial or an opportunity to
make any defense. Jack was captured in a corn-crib on Wilson's
plantation, which made Thompson suppose the murder had been committed
there.

This recital, which was made in substance to Hines by my master, cowed
the overseer considerably, and a house-servant who was present during
the conversation afterwards told me that Hines' face turned white as a
sheet, and he trembled like a leaf.

My master knew his overseer was a coward, and that if he could work upon
his fears by supposing me to be too high-spirited to stand a whipping,
he would probably save me from Hines' malice, and keep the overseer to
his work. Good overseers were hard to get in the South. An intelligent
Christian man would not have such a position under any circumstances,
and the very best of the "poor white trash" who _would_, were unreliable
and brutish; therefore Mr. Thompson had to do the very best he could
under the circumstances. He did not believe Hines; yet he had to humor
him, in a measure.

After a few days Hines reported to Mr. Thompson that he had heard me say
that I would never be whipped by him or any other overseer on the
plantation, as long as I had life to resist, which was a most malicious
falsehood. What I did tell Hines was, that I would so conduct myself and
so perform my work that he nor any other overseer on the plantation
should never have cause to chastise me.

The falsehood inflamed my master, and in his wrath he told Hines to whip
me for the first offense I might commit, or kill me in the attempt.

Armed with this instruction, Hines was in high glee; yet he dare not
attempt anything without first laying well his plans and making sure of
sufficient force to carry them out. The next morning he charged me to
pick six hundred pounds of cotton and deliver it at the weighing-house
at night, under penalty, for a failure, of one hundred lashes on my bare
back with a rawhide.

This would not have been an extraordinary task in good cotton; but where
we had to work that day the cotton was poor, and in that field the crop
was not more than half a one. However, I worked hard against fate all
day, and prayed to Almighty God to help me in my hour of need, and keep
me steadfast. I knew I was to be punished not for any fault or misdoing,
but simply to gratify a brute in human shape, and my inferior in
intellect, morality, and physical strength. The burden was hard to bear,
yet I prayed for strength to bear it. When called from the field to the
weighing-house I was kept waiting until all the other slaves had their
cotton weighed. When mine was weighed I was told by Hines that I had
only picked four hundred pounds. I verily believed this to be untrue,
and felt convinced that I had picked at least five hundred pounds, for I
was one of the best, if not the best, cotton-pickers in the country; and
I had labored faithfully and rapidly all day, and did not lose a
minute's time, unnecessarily.

Hines turned to me and said, Go to your quarters; I will settle with you
in the morning.

Now began new trials. My duty and my Christianity instructed me to face
the undeserved and unjust punishment manfully. The devil and my human
nature told me to run away. I became weak. The fear of the disgrace of a
whipping was too much for me, and I succumbed to the evil one.

I made such arrangements as I could, and concealed myself on the
plantation, before daylight the next morning, so that I could take an
early start in the night and travel behind my pursuers instead of before
them. My wife knew of my hiding-place, and when night came she sought me
and reported what had been done for my capture.

Hines seemed, she said, to be more cheerful than usual in the morning
when he found I was gone, and hastened to report the good news, as he
thought, to Mr. Thompson. After some conversation between them it was
determined by my master to obtain the services of a professional
slave-hunter, and follow me with hounds. The slave-hunter was sent for
and came with his pack of dogs that same day about noon. The hunt was
immediately begun, and the country was then being scoured in all
directions for my tracks.

This information put me on my guard, and gave me time to consider what
direction I had better take in my flight. I had provide myself a
preparation called "smut" among the <DW64>s, which, when spread thinly
on the soles of the shoes or feet, destroyed that peculiar scent by
which blood-hounds are enabled to follow the trail of a man or a beast.
After bidding my wife farewell I smeared my shoes with "smut" and
started in the direction of the hills, beyond which was a large swamp,
the refuge of many a poor runaway.

On my way I had to pass through innumerable thickets of underbrush and
briers, and by reason thereof I tore my already much-worn clothes almost
into shreds, and lacerated my flesh severely, especially on my arms and
legs. I arrived in the swamp, however, without being followed by the
dogs, and while proceeding slowly and dejectedly along, my steps were
suddenly stopped by a fierce and loud growl. I was frightened, to be
sure, yet I knew scarcely what to do. The growl proceeded from a bear, I
felt fully assured, for bears roamed through the hills and swamps of
Mississippi. But with presence of mind I retreated slowly from the
presence of Mr. and Mrs. Bruin, and not being followed by the bears my
fears on that score were removed.

About this time it began to rain; and the night was one of those black,
foreboding nights that novelists love so well to depict in their
descriptions of storms. The lightning flashed with a vividness that
lighted up the dismal swamps with a weird and horrible brightness; the
thunder rolled peal upon peal, making to me a pandemonium, real and
feeling; the pitiless rain pelted me unmercifully and constantly, with
that persistence that made it almost unendurable to me. I sat down at
the root of a large tree, not to shelter myself from the rain but to
protect myself from the attack of any wild animal that should approach
me. There I sat the rest of the long night, unfriended, alone,
forsaken,--a hunted outcast.

  "Man's inhumanity to man
  Makes countless thousands mourn."

The condition in which I was now placed rendered me indeed a pitiable
object. I waited and longed for morning to come; but the long, slow
minutes passed lazily along without regard to my sufferings or wishes.
After a long time, to me, I heard a rooster crow, and the welcome sound
brought me to my feet in an instant. I started in the direction of the
sound, and approached warily. Having walked a short distance I reached
the edge of the swamps, or rather a dry spot or oasis in the swamp, and
by the faint glimmer of day, which was just breaking, I could see the
outlines of a house. The cock continued to crow, which seemed to invite
me to approach, and which I construed into a good omen,--at least I
really felt good at the sight of the house, even though it might contain
those who would chain me and take me back to my master. I noticed that a
public road ran along close to the house; and after going on the road,
in approaching the house I was discovered by a dog, belonging to the
house, who set up a furious barking. Fearing to stay and make my wants
known I again sought "cover" in the swamp. I stayed in the swamp that
day and ate such berries, roots, and nuts as I could find. I had plenty
of time for prayer and meditation. I was alone with God, and prayed to
him for help in my distress, and for direction. I became convinced that
I had done wrong in running away, and deemed that I had sinned against
God. I had been a runaway and an outcast before, and had came to right
conclusions; yet I had turned from the path of duty, and was even now
being punished for my sin. I determined to return to my master and take
the consequences of my acts in running away. I asked God to have mercy
on me and pardon my sins, and protect me from the wrath of my master and
the maliciousness of Hines. Having fully made up my mind to return to
Thompson and make such efforts as I could to allay the punishment I
expected to receive, I set about perfecting my plans to get there
without being apprehended by the slave-hunters, who were then, I have no
doubt, hunting for me. My master had offered a reward for my return to
his plantation; and should any one arrest me and take me home, although
I might be returning on my own accord, they would receive the reward and
I would have to make up the amount to my master in extra labor and
extra punishment. To avoid this was now my object.

At night I left the swamp and went to the road, intending to travel home
that night--thinking I was not more than ten or twelve miles away from
there. I was uncertain which way to go; but I finally started off on the
road, hoping that I was going in the direction of Thompson's. The rain
was pattering down; but I traveled briskly all that night, and about
day-break I came to a plantation. I entered one of the slave-cabins and
told the inmates I was lost, hungry, and tired, and asked them for
something to eat. One of the <DW52> men spoke to a woman who appeared
to be his wife, and told her to get me something to eat, and that he
would go and get some pine to put on the fire. His actions, and the
manner in which he spoke, aroused my suspicions, and being fearful that
he intended to betray me, I left the cabin directly after he did, and
sought an asylum in the woods, where I stayed during that day. Thus "the
wicked flee when no one pursueth."

At night I found the same road I had traveled the day before, and
started again to try and get to Thompson's. I knew that I was wrong, and
that I was traveling away from instead of toward Thompson's; therefore I
concluded to make inquiries at the first opportunity. After traveling
three or four miles I came to a cabin in which there was a light
shining through the cracks between the logs. Approaching the cabin, I
intended to enter; but being enabled to see the inmates through the
cracks I discovered three white men sitting around the fire, so I turned
to leave. As I was passing the corner of the cabin a <DW52> woman came
to the door for some purpose, and saw me. She jumped back into the
cabin, at the same time exclaiming, "Here's a runaway <DW65>!"

I immediately ran for the road; but a dog--not a blood-hound--followed
me, and while getting over the fence between the cabin and the road he
caught me by the breeches leg. I shook him off and ran for the woods.

The white men were slave-hunters, and were after me particularly, as I
learned afterwards. They followed me closely by the sound of the
crackling of brush, and put the dogs they had with them on my track.
These dogs, fortunately for me, were in the cabin at the time I
approached it. As soon as I heard the first yelp of a blood-hound I
"smutted" my shoe-soles, and soon threw them off the scent. The white
men followed me about three or four miles. Finally, finding I would not
get away from them by running, I stopped, and making my way into a dense
thicket of briers I sat down. The white men stopped a short distance
from me and listened, I suppose, for the sound of brush cracking. After
waiting a short time one of them started off in the direction they had
come, leaving the others still waiting,--using this ruse in order to
throw me off my guard, so as to enable the remaining ones to ascertain
where I was by the noise I would make in walking. I was too close to
them; and from the noise I heard from where they were standing I knew
they had a dog with them, and that they were only waiting for me to move
to begin the chase again. I sat perfectly quiet, and waited patiently
for the remaining whites and the dog to leave. After a time the men
began to move about through the brush, coming still closer to me. I
heard them talking, when one of them said, "We ought to catch the <DW65>
if we have to run him all night." "No" said the other, "we should let
him alone to-night, and start him up in the morning, when we can have
daylight for the chase, and not run him to-night, for we might run him
off and never catch him."

After a short parley they concluded to get some more dogs and be on the
ground before daylight, so as to make sure of me. As soon as they had
gone out of my hearing I emerged from the brier thicket. I found my
limbs had become sore and benumbed from the exposure and hardships I
had undergone, and I was intensely hungry. I worried along, however, to
get out of that neighborhood as soon as possible. The sky was now clear,
the air frosty, and my rags were but a scant protection to me. After
walking awhile I found my soreness began to leave me, when I began to
accelerate my pace. I had to walk as fast as I could, and exercise my
limbs all I could, in order to keep warm. After walking some time I came
to a plantation. Upon reconnoitering, I found an old house, and
approaching it with the intention of seeking a little rest in it during
the remainder of the night and the next day, I saw a light in it. I went
in, however, and found it to be the workshop of the plantation, and five
<DW52> men were there putting handles in their axes. I asked them for
something to eat, and was about to tell them the truth regarding myself,
when one of the <DW64>s hurried me out of the cabin, saying he would get
me something to eat. After we got out he told me I was very imprudent,
for if I had told the <DW64>s who I was and that I was a runaway, they
would have taken me themselves. He got me some meat and bread, and after
I had told him who I was and that I wanted to find my way back to
Thompson's, he put me on the right road and gave me such directions as I
required.

I found that I was about fifty miles from Thompson's plantation, and
that it would require two nights' hard walking to get there. I felt very
much discouraged, and grieved considerably to myself. However, having
satisfied the cravings of my appetite, I plucked up courage and started
on my long return walk with renewed energy.

After traveling about five miles I came to a little town. I was afraid
to go through it on account of the liability of being apprehended; and I
did not like to go around it for fear of getting lost again. I
determined to risk going through the place, and, by avoiding every one,
escape detection. There was quite an excitement here by reason of an
epidemic sickness among the children, and about every other house had a
light in it. I passed through the town with fear; but I escaped arrest
and felt like rejoicing over my good fortune, not once thinking of any
dangers or hardships that might lay before me.

After I got through the town I came to a considerable stream, with a
bridge across it, the name of which I am unable to give; but on the
opposite end of the bridge from the town there is a road-way, or levee,
thrown up across the "bottom" for about two miles. At the time I
crossed, the stream was very much swelled from the recent rains, and the
water extended all over the bottom on each side of the road-grade, and
to within two or three feet of the top of it. This grade I had to cross;
and I was greatly afraid that I would meet some one. I started across,
and when about half way over the grade, or levee, I heard hounds baying
ahead of me; and the sounds seemed to be approaching me, I became very
much frightened, and turned and fled back to the bridge, when, just as I
was stepping on it, I heard men's voices, and stopped, when I found they
were coming across the bridge toward me. I concluded I would rather face
the blood-hounds than the white men, so I made my way back over the
grade as hurriedly as I could. I reached the end of the grade without
meeting the hounds and turned off into the woods. After walking a short
distance I heard the hounds again, and the sound of their yelps was
nearing me rapidly. I turned my course immediately, and ran as fast as I
was able for three or four hundred yards, when I saw distinctly, in the
starlight, a man running nearly toward me. My heart leaped into my
throat, as it were, and I made ready for battle. But the man proved to
be a poor runaway like myself, and the one whom the hounds were after. I
had got into a field, and the runaway passed through the same field
without noticing me. I kept on in an opposite direction from the one
which he had taken, and crossed the fence on the other side of the field
just in time to hear one of the slave-hunters say, "There he is now; I
heard him getting over the fence." I threw myself on the ground and
awaited results. The dogs were "hot" on the other slave's track, and
were running at a great rate, which induced the slave-hunters to think
their companion was mistaken. So, to my great relief and pleasure, they
started on after the hounds. I was nearly exhausted by my exertions
during the night, and as it was now nearly morning I lay on the ground
for a time to rest and recuperate my worn-out energies a little.

In a short time I got up, and after looking around I saw the outlines of
plantation houses in the distance. On going to them I found a
resting-place in a fodder-loft, in the horse-lot of the plantation. I
ensconced myself in the fodder, when I again heard the infernal yelps of
the blood-hounds, and the more infernal yelps of the white pursuers
urging the hounds after the poor runaway. The hounds soon after caught
the poor wretch, whose cries for mercy were heart-rending and piteous.
My situation was perilous; yet I had hopes that the other slave being
run down and caught would save me, from the fact that the hunters were
not aware of the presence of another runaway in the immediate
neighborhood.

The day wore slowly away, and being very weak from hunger and fatigue I
was unable to gain that rest my wasted body required. I slept two or
three hours, however, and had ample time for reflection. The bridge
where I had been so completely hemmed in the night before was impressed
deeply upon my memory; and the agony of mind while on the bridge was
still troubling me. I relied on a loving heavenly Father in my troubles
and trials, and brought to my mind the condition of the children of
Israel when about to be overwhelmed by the hosts of Pharaoh on the shore
of the Red Sea. God delivered them, and I believed he would deliver me.
My faith was strong.

Night came at last, when I cautiously emerged from my hiding-place and
continued my journey toward home. I ran and walked about twenty-five
miles, and did not find any familiar objects to lead me to suppose I was
in the neighborhood of my master's plantation, when I began to look
about for a place of concealment in which to spend another weary and
lonesome day. Walking slowly along, after a short time my attention was
attracted by sounds as if some one was pounding a hard substance. On
stopping and listening, I soon heard some person calling hogs. The
voice seemed familiar. Upon further investigation I began to recognize
objects, and soon ascertained that I was "at home." Now that I had got
back "home," new troubles arose in my mind. I would be punished
severely, without doubt.

Instead of going to "the quarters" I went directly to my master's
plantation, in the hope that I could enlist my mistress in my behalf,
and thus have the way made smooth for me. My master was not at home,
fortunately, and my mistress heard my story and prayers for forgiveness.
She promised to intercede with my master for me, but that I must promise
not to run away again, which I did. She bade me to go and hide myself in
the stable loft, and not to leave there until she sent for me. Soon
after, my master came home. In conversation with him my mistress
broached the subject as to my whereabouts. He told her that he believed
I had got to the free states and was lost to him; however, that if any
of the slaves on the plantation knew where I was they should get me word
that if I would come back I should not be punished, and that I should be
forgiven. In that case my mistress said she would insure my return
speedily.

Matters were soon arranged, and I was re-instated in my former position
on the plantation. But severe trials were soon to overtake me, and what
I had already gone through was but an atom in comparison with what I
afterwards suffered from the hands of my master, and by reason of my
condition of slavery.

Thus ended my earlier experiences as a slave, from my earliest
recollection down to the time of my return to Thompson's plantation.

I propose to continue this biography, and include the whole in book
form. This pamphlet is printed for the purpose of enabling me to raise
money to continue my work and paying for printing the whole in a book
substantially and neatly bound.

To the friends of the <DW52> race I appeal for help in this matter,
hoping that sufficient interest is taken to insure the accumulation of
sufficient funds for my purpose.

The remainder will contain my full experience as a minister of the
gospel, and incidents relating to my efforts and the efforts of my
co-workers in building up the church of Christ among the former slaves
of the South, and such suggestions as I may deem proper to aid to raise
the standard of intelligence among <DW64>s.










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