There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness and attachment.

But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import

If a slave is unwilling to go with his new master, he is whipped, or locked up in jail, until he consents to go, and promises not to run away during the year.

The slave girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear.

When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died.

DURING the first years of my service in Dr. Flint's family, I was accustomed to share some indulgences with the children of my mistress

I was ordered to go for flowers, that my mistress's house might be decorated for an evening party. I spent the day gathering flowers and weaving them into festoons, while the dead body of my father was lying within a mile of me. What cared my owners for that? he was merely a piece of property. Moreover, they thought he had spoiled his children, by teaching them to feel that they were human beings. This was blasphemous doctrine for a slave to teach; presumptuous in him, and dangerous to the masters.