Author. “Well, Peter, you found yourself in a wild country, out there in Cayuga, I reckon.”
Peter. “You’re right, there’s no mistake ’bout that; most every body lived in loghouses, and the woods was full of wild varmints as they could hold; well, as soon as we’d got there, we went to buildin’ a log house; for see master owned a large farm out there, and as soon as we gits there we goes right on to work; we finally got the house up, and gits into it, and durin’ the time I suffered most unaccountably. There we went to buildin’ a log barn tu, and we had to notch6 the logs at both ends to fay into each other; well, as I was workin’ on ’em, I got one notched7, and we lifted it up breast high to put it on, and he sees ’twas a leetle tu short, and nobody was to blame, and if any body ’twas him, for he measured it off; but he no sooner sees it, than he drops his end, and doubles up his fist, and knockes me on the temples, while I was yit a holdin’ on, and down I went, and the log on me, and oh! how he swore! well, it struck my foot, and smashed it as flat as a pancake, and in five minutes it swelled8 up as big as a puffball, and I couldn’t hardly walk for a week, and yit I had to be on the move all the time, and he cussed cause I didn’t go faster. When I gits up I couldn’t only stand on one leg, but he made me stand on it, and lift up that log breast high, but he didn’t lift a pound, but cried out ‘lift, lift, you black cuss.’ Well, we got the logs up, and when we was a puttin’ the rafters on, I happened to make a mistake in not gittin’ one on ’em into the right place, and he knocked me off of the plate, where I was a standin’ and I and the rafter went a tumblin’ together, down to the ground. It hurt me distressedly, and I cried, but gits up, and says, ‘master, I thinks you treat me rather.’ ‘Stop your mouth, you black devil, or I’ll throw these ’ere adz at your head;’ and I had to shet my mouth, pretty sudden, tu, and keep it shet, and he made me lift up that rafter when I couldn’t hardly stand, and keep on to work; and there I set on the evesplate a tremblin’ jist like a leaf, and every move he made, I ’spected he’d hurl9 me off agin’, and his voice seemed like a tempest—oh! how savage10! But he didn’t knock me off agin’—I had to thatch11 that barn in the coldest kind of weather, with nothin’ but ragged12 thin clothes on; and I used to git some bloody13 floggin’s, cause I didn’t thatch fast enough.
“But I’ve talked long ’nough ’bout him, and jist for amusement, I’m a goin’ to tell ye a story ’bout a rattlesnake, and you may put it in the book, or not, jist as ye like.
“We lived, as I was a tellin’, in a dreadful wild country, and ’twas full of all kinds of wild varmints—wolves, and panthers, and bears, was ’mazin plenty, and rattlesnakes mighty14 thick; and so one day, as we comes into dinner, mistress seemed to be rather out of humor, and she sets the baby down on the floor in a pet, and he crawls under the bed, and begins to be very full of play. He’d laugh, and stick his little hands out, and draw ’em back, and, as my place in summer was generally on the outside door, on the sill, I happened to look under the bed, and there I see a bouncin’ big rattlesnake, stickin’ his head up through a big crack, and as the child draws his hands back, the snake sticks his head up agin’. I sings out, with a loud voice, and says I, ‘master, there’s a rattlesnake under the bed.’ ‘You lie,’ says he; and says I, ‘why master, only jist look for yourself,’ and, at that, mistress runs to the bed, and snatches up the baby, and it screamed and cried, and there was no way of pacifyin’ on it in the world. Well, master begins to think I speaks the truth, and we out with the bed, and up with a board, and there lay five bouncin’ rattlesnakes, and one on ’em had twenty-three rattles1 on him; and so we killed all on ’em. Now that rattlesnake had charmed that child, and for days and days that child would cry till you put it down on the floor, and then ‘twould crawl under the bed to that place, and then ‘twould be still agin’; and it did seem as though it would never forget that spot, nor snake, and it didn’t till we got into the new house.
“Well, this winter we went to scorein’ and hewin’ timber for the new house, and I followed three scores with a broad-axe, and the timber had to be hewed15 tu; and I was so tired many a time, that I wished him and his broad-axe 5000 miles beyond time. Well, I was a hewin’ one of the plates, and as ’twas very long, I got one on ’em a leetle windin’ and master see it, and he comes along and hits me a lick with the sharp edge of a square right atwixt my eyes, and cut a considerable piece of a skin so it lopped down on my nose, and on a hewin’ I had to go when the blood was a runnin’ down my face in streams; and, finally, one of the men took a winter-green leaf, and stuck it on over the wound, and it stopped bleedin’ and it healed up in a few days. This warn’t much, but I tell it to show the natur’ of the man; for any body will abuse power, if they have it to do just as they please.
“Young Tom Ludlow, one of the scorers, comes up to me, arter master was gone, and says he, ‘Peter, why in the name of God don’t you show Morehouse the bottoms of your feet? I’d be hung afore I’d stand it.’ ‘Well, Tom,’ says I, ‘I wants to wait till I knows a little more of the world, and then I’ll show him the bottoms of my feet with a greasein’. Well, Tom laughed a good deal, and says he, ‘that’s right Pete.’
“Tom was a great friend of mine, and he tried to get me to run off for a good while, and Hen, his brother, he was a good feller, and he tried tu; and Miss Sara, their sister, she was a good soul, and every chance she got, she’d tell me to run; and Mrs. Ludlow always told me I was a fool for stayin’ with sich a brute16; and every time I went there, I used to git a piece of somethin’ good to eat, that I didn’t get at home; and Mr. Humphrey’s folks was all the time a tryin’ to git me to run off. ‘Why,’ they say, ‘do you stay there to be beat, and whipt, and starved, and banged to death? why don’t you run?’ The reply I used to make was, wait till I git a leetle older, and I’ll clear the coop for arnest.
“Squire Whittlesey, that lived off, ’bout six miles, where I used to go on arrants, says to me one day, ‘Peter, where did you come from?’ So I ups and tells him all ’bout my history. Then says he, ‘Peter, can I put any confidence in you?’ ‘Yis, Sir,’ says I; ‘you needn’t be afeared of me.’ ‘Well,’ says he, ‘you’re free by law, and I advise you to run; but, wait a while, and don’t run till you can make sure work; and now mind you don’t go away and tell any body.’
“And, finally, enemost every body says ‘run Pete, why don’t you run?’ But thinks I to myself, if I run and don’t make out, ‘twould be better for me not to run at all, and so I’ll wait, and when I run I’ll run for sartin.
“There wasn’t many slaves in that region, but a good many colored folks lived there, and some on ’em was pretty decent folks tu. Well, we used to have some ‘musements as well as many sad things; for arter all Mr. L——, a’most any situation will let a body have some good things, for its a pretty hard thing to put out all a body’s joys in God’s world; and then you see a slave enjoys a good many little kinda comforts that free people don’t think on; and if a time come when he can git away from his master, and forgit his troubles, why, he’s a good deal happier than common folks. Well, we used to have some very bright times. We had a Fox Tail Company out there of forty-seven men, and Hen Ludlow was captain, and old boss was lefttenant, and I was private, and when we catched a fox, then ’twas hurrah17 boys. Sometimes we used to have a good deal of ‘musements over there on Oneida Lake, and we used to have fine sport. We used to start on a kind of a fishin’ scrape, and come out on a kind of a hunt.
“Round that lake used to be a master place for deer. Oh! how thick they was! We used to go over and fish in the arternoon and night; and goin’ cross the lake we’d use these ’ere trolein’ lines; and then we’d fish by pine torches in the night, and they looked fine in the night over the smooth water, all a glissenin’; and arter we’d done, we’d sleep on a big island in the lake, near the outlet—they called it the “Frenchman’s Island” then, and I guess there was nigh upon fifty acres on it. We’d start the dogs airly next mornin’ on the north shore, out back of Rotterdam, and they’d run the deer down into the lake, and then we’d have hands placed along the shore with skiffs, to put arter ’em into the water; and we’d have a sight of fun in catchin’ em, arter we’d got ’em nicely a swimmin’.
“There was a lawless set of fellows round that ’ere Rotterdam, that’s a fact; and when they heard our dogs a comin’ to the shore, they’d put out arter ’em, and if they could git our deer first, they wouldn’t make any bones on it: but they never got but one, for we used to have young fellers in the skiff that understood their business, and they’d lift ’em along some, I reckon.
“But we used to have the finest sport catchin’ fish there you ever see—eels, shiners, white fish, pikes, and cat-fish, whappers I tell ye, and salmon19, trout20, big fellers, and oceans of pumkin-seed, and pickerel, and bass21; and, while I think on it, I must tell ye one leetle scrape there that warn’t slow.
“We put up a creek—I guess ’twas Chitining, but I ain’t sartin’—a spearin’ these ’ere black suckers, and of course we had rifle, powder and ball along. Well, we had mazin’ luck, and I guess we got three peck basketfuls; and at last Tom Ludlow says, ‘I swear, Pete, don’t catch any more.’
“‘Twas now ’bout midnight, and we went back to the fire we’d built under a big shelvin’ rock, and pitched our camp there for the night; and this was Saturday night, and we begins to cook our fish for supper. Arter supper, while we was a settin’ there, some laughin’, some tellin’ stories, some singin’, and some asleep, the gravel22 begins to fall off of the ledge23 over us, and rattle2 on the leaves.
“Well, we out and looked up, and see a couple of lights about three inches apart, like green candles, a rollin’ round; and Hen Ludlow says, ‘That’s a pain’ter, by Judas;’ and I says, ‘If that’s a pain’ter, I’ve got the death weapon here, for if I pinted it at any thing it must come.’
“Bill, a leetle feller about a dozen year old, says he, ‘If I’d a known this, I wouldn’t a come;’ and so he sets up the dreadfullest bawlin’ you ever see.
“Hen says, ‘Peter, can you kill that pain’ter?’ ‘Yis,’ says I, ‘I can; but you must let me rest my piece ‘cross your shoulder, so I shan’t goggle24, for it’s kind’a stirred my blood to see that feller’s glisseners;’ and he did: so I took sight, as near as I could, right atwixt them ’ere two candles, as I calls ’em, and fired, and the candles was dispersed25 ’mazin quick. Then we harks, and hears a dreadful rustlin’ up there on the rock, and bim’bye a most dolefullest dyin’ kind of a groan26; but we hears nothin’ more, and so we goes under the rock to sleep, glad ’nough to let all kinds of varmints alone, if they’d only keep their proper distance; but mind you, we didn’t sleep any that night. Come daylight, we ventured out, and up we goes on to the rock, and there lay a mortal big pain’ter, as stiff as a poker27. I’d hit him right atwixt his candles, and doused28 his glims for him, in a hurry. Hen, says he, ‘Now, Pete, you’ll have money ’nough to buy gingerbread with for a good while.’ You see there was a big bounty on pain’ters. And I says, ‘Hen, if my master was as clever to me as your dad is to you, I should have money ’nough always.’ Hen says, ‘I shall have my part of the bounty money, and Morehouse ought to let you have your’n.’
“Arter this, he takes his hide off, and stuffs it with leaves and moss29; and we gathers up our fish, tackle, and pain’ter, and starts for home, Sunday mornin’.
“Well, when we got home, master and mistress was glad ’nough of the fish, for they had company. Master’s rule was to give me half the fish I got, (I’ll give the devil his due,) but this time I didn’t git any, and I felt rather hard ’bout it, tu. Hen and Tom says, ‘Pete, you call up at our house to-night, and we’ll settle with you for your share of the bounty for the pain’ter.’
“So I goes to master, with my hat under my arm, and asks him, ‘If he’d please to let me go up to Mr. Ludlow’s?’ ‘What do you want to go up to Mr. Ludlow’s for?’ ‘To git my bounty money,’ says I. ‘No, you main’t go up to Ludlow’s; but you may go and bring up my brown mare30, and saddle her; and du you du it quick, tu.’
“Well, I goes and does what he says; and he goes up to Mr. Ludlow’s, and gits my part of the bounty money, and pockets it up; and that’s all I got for dousin’ his glims! ?
“While he was gone, Lecta, my friend, comes, and says, ‘Peter, where’s father gone?’
“‘To git more pain’ter money,’ says I, ‘that I arns for him nights.’
“‘I think dad’s got money ’nough,’ says she, ‘without stealin’ your’n, that you arn nights off on that Oneida Lake.’
“I says, with tears in my eyes, ‘I know it’s hard, Lecta; but as long as master lives, I shan’t git anything but a striped back; and what I arns nights, he puts in his own pockets.’
“‘I know it’s hard, Peter,’ says Lecta; ‘but there’s an end comin’ to all this; and dad won’t live always, perhaps.’ And I’d often heard her say, arter master had been abusin’ on me, ‘I declare, I shouldn’t be a bit astonished at all, to see the devil come, and take dad off, bodily—so there.’
“Well, while I stood there a cryin’, out comes Julia, and asks me what I was a cryin’ at? ‘What’s the matter?’ says she.
“‘Matter ’nough,’ says I, ‘for master takes all I can arn days and nights, tu.’
“‘What?’ says Julia, ‘dad han’t gone up to Ludlow’s arter your pain’ter money?’
“‘Yes he has,’ I says.
Now, that speech come from a darter, and a pretty smart darter tu, and it was jist coarse ’nough language to use ’bout master, tu; but Miss Julia never was in the habit of makin’ coarse speeches. ‘But never mind, Peter,’ says she, ‘’twill be time to take wheat down to Albany, pretty soon, and then you’ll git pay for your pain’ter.’
“‘Yis,’ says I, ‘and I’ll git pay for a good many other things, tu.’
? “Now, Mr. L——, I wants to ax you what reason, or right, there is, in the first place, of stealin’ a man’s body and soul, to make a slave on him? ? and then for stealin’ his money he gits for killin’ pain’ters, nights?
? But the slave ain’t a man, and can’t be, a slave is a thing; he’s jist what the slave laws calls him, ? a chattel32, property, jist like a horse, and like a horse he can’t own the very straw he sleeps on. But, never mind, ? there’s a judgment33 day a comin’ bim’by. ? ‘And when he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them.’ You recollect34 you preached from that text a Sunday or two ago, and said, if my memory sarves me right, that, at the judgment day, God would require of every slaveholder in the universe, the blood of every soul he bought, and sold, and owned, as property; for ’twas trafficin’ in the image of the great God Almighty35. Ah! that’s true, and I felt so when you said it.”
A. “Why, Peter, it appears that your master was not only cruel, but mean.”
P. “Mean? I guess he was, why, I’ll tell you a story, and when I git to the end on it, you’ll see what mean, means:—
“We lived near the Lake, and master had a fine sail boat that cost a good deal of money, and the young folks round there, that felt pretty smart, used to sail out in it now and then, and I was captain. One day there comes four couples, and they wanted to sail out on the Lake with our gals36, and so out we went. Susan Tucker, one of the gals, was a high-lived thing, and the calkalation was, to go down about three miles, and the wind was quarterin’ on the larboard side. Well, as I sat on the starn of the boat, she comes, and sets down on the gunnel, and I says, ‘Susan, that ain’t a very fit place for you to set;’ for the wind was kind a bafflin’. She replies, ‘I guess there ain’t any danger,’ and she’d no sooner got the words out of her mouth, than there come a sudden flaw in the wind, and that made the main boom jibe37, and it struck her overboard, and on we went, for we had a considerable headway,—well, I let up into the wind, and hollered out, ‘ain’t any body a goin’ to help?’ and there set her suitor scart to death, and all the rest on ’em. Well, I off with all my rags but my pantaloons, and I kept them on out of modesty38 till the last thing, and then I slipped out on ’em, like a black snake out of his skin, and put out. I swam, I guess, ten rods, and come to where the blubbers come up, and lay on my face, and looked down into the water to see when she come up; and pretty soon I see her a comin’, and she come up within a foot I guess of the top, some distance from me, and sallied away agin. I keep on the look out, and pretty soon she comes up agin, and as soon as I see, I dove for her, and went down I guess six feet; and my plan was to catch her round the neck, and when I did, she seized her left arm round my right shoulder, and hung tight. I fetched a sudden twist, and brought her across my back, and riz up to the top of the water, and started for the shore, and I had one arm and two legs to work with, and she grew heavier and heavier, and I looked to the shore with watery39 eyes, I tell you. Finally I got all beat out, and my stomach was filled with water, and I thought I must give up. Well, while I stood there a treadin’ water a minute, I thinks I’d better save myself and let her go, and so not both be drowned. I hated to, but I shook her off my back, and she hung tight to my shoulder, and that brought me on my side; and I kept one arm a goin’ to keep us up, and cast my eyes ashore40, and gin up that we must go down, and jist that minute a young man come swimmin’ along, and sings out, ‘Pete, where is she?’ and I answers, as well as I could, for I was now a sinkin’, and she was out of sight of him, and says, ‘under me,’ and he dove, and catched her under his arm, and with such force, it broke her loose from me, and off he put for the shore; and I gin up that I must sink, and so down I begins to go, and I recollect I felt kind a happy that Susan was safe, if I was a goin’ to die, for I loved her, and jist then another man come along, and hollers out, ‘Pete, give me hold of your hand.’ I couldn’t speak, but I hears him, and I knew ’nough to reach out my hand, and he took hold on it, and by some means, or other, foucht me on to his back out of the water, and finally got me safe ashore: and sure ’nough, there we all was, and the first thing I knew, he run his finger down my throat, and that made me fling up Jonah, and when I had hove up ’bout a gallon of water, I begins to feel like Peter agin, and I sees I was as naked as an eel18, and I set still in the sand. Well, I looked out on the Lake, and there was the boat, and this feller, Susan’s suitor, was a rale goslin’, and so scart, that he couldn’t even jump into the water arter his lady love; and there she was a rockin’ in the troughs, (i.e. the boat,) and one of these same young men that came out arter us, swum out for her, and catched hold of her bow chain, and towed her ashore; and I gits my clothes out, for up to this time I felt egregious41 streaked42, all stark43 naked there, and I on with my clothes, and goes to Susan, and she was a comin’ tu, and as soon as she could speak, she says, ‘where’s Peter?’ I says, ‘I’m here, Miss Susan;’ and she says, ‘and so am I, and if it hadn’t a been for you, I should have been in the bottom of that Lake.” And while we was a talkin’ there, who should come up but her father, and he says, ‘my dear child how happened all this?’
“‘Pa,’ says she, ‘it all happened through my carelessness; Peter warned me of my danger, but I didn’t mind him, and I fell off.’
“‘Who saved you out of the water?’ says Mr. Tucker; ‘that poor black boy there, that’s whipped and starved and abused so,’ says Susan; then she turns round to me, still cryin,’ and says ‘Peter, have you hurt you much, my dear fellow?”
“‘No, not much, I guess, Miss Susan,’ says I. Mr. Tucker then says, ‘come darter, can you walk as fur as the carriage?’
“‘Yes, Sir,’ says she, ‘and Peter must go along with us, tu—come Peter, come along up to our house.’ ‘Yes, Peter, come along,’ says Mr. Tucker, a cryin’. ‘Yes, Sir,’ says I, as soon ever as I’ve locked the boat;’ and he says, ‘if you’ll run, I’ll wait for you.’ Well, I did run, and lock the boat, and put the key in my pocket, and come back to the carriage, and says he, ‘Git in, Peter.’
“‘No, Sir,’ says I, ‘I’ll walk.’
“‘Oh! Pa,’ says Susan, ‘have Peter git in, I want him with us;’ and, finally, I got in, and then Mr. Tucker drives on up to his house. When we got opposite master’s, Mr. Tucker calls out to him, and says, ‘I want to take your boy up to my house a leetle while;’ and he hollered out ‘what’s the matter?’ So Mr. Tucker tells him all ’bout it; and says he,
“‘Nigger, where’s the boat?’
“‘Locked, Sir.’
“‘Where’s the key?’
“‘In my pocket, Sir.’
“‘Let’s have it!’
“So I handed it out, and when all on us felt so kind’a tender, and his speakin’ so cross, and not carein’ anything for it, oh! it did seem that he was worse than ever. ?
“‘Go,’ says he, ‘but be back in season.’ Oh! how stern! Well, we comes to Mr. Tucker’s house, and Mrs. Tucker cried and wrung44 her hands in agony; and Rebecca, her sister, cried and screamed, and Edwin, her brother, made a dreadful adoo; and Susan says, ‘why, don’t be frightened so, for I ain’t hurt any;’ and so we sat down and told all about it, and talked a good while, and Susan said, ‘but I shall always remember that I owe my life to Peter, and he’s my noble friend.’ Well, pretty soon supper was ready; we all sot down, I ‘mong the rest, although I was a poor black outcast—and Susan, she sat down and drinked a cup of tea, and they wanted her to go to bed, but she wouldn’t, and she axed me if I wouldn’t have this, and if I wouldn’t have that; and, in fact, the whole family seemed to feel grateful, and I think I never enjoyed myself better than I did at that table. I didn’t think so much of the victuals45 as I did of the folks.
“Well, arter supper Mrs. Tucker says, ‘well, Susan, what you goin’ to give Peter?’
“‘Why, Ma, anything that Pa will let me.’ ‘Pa says anything, my dear, that Peter wants out of the store, you may give him.’
“So Pa hands Susan the key and says, ‘go into the store and give him a good handkerchief, and I’ll be in by that time.’ So we went in, and she gin me the handkercher, and then Mr. Tucker come in, and took down two pieces of handsome English broad-cloths,—oh! how they shone! one piece was green, and t’other was blue, and says he, ‘Peter, you may have a suit off of either of them pieces you like best, from head to foot.’
“I says, ‘I can’t pay for ’em, and master would thrash me, if he knew I bought ’em.’
“Mr. Tucker says, ‘you’ve paid for ’em already, and as much agin more;’ and I recollect he said some Bible varse, ‘as ye did it unto one of the least of mine, ye did it unto me.’ And so he measured off two and a half yards of blue for a coat, and one and a quarter green for pantaloons, and picks me out a handsome vest pattern, and three and a half yards of fine Holland linen46 for a shirt, and threw in the trimmin’s—and then picks me out a beaver47 hat, marked $7 50—then a pair of shoes, with buckles48, and turns round and says, ‘now, Susan, you take these things up to the house;’ and then he gin me a new handsome French crown, and filled all my pockets with raisins49, and so we went into the house, and Mrs. Tucker measures me; and Mr. Tucker, says he, ‘now, Peter, you’d better run home, and say nothin’ to master and mistress, but come up here next Sunday morning, airly.’
“And so I puts out for home, and next day Susan sends for ‘Lecta and Polly, our gals, and they stayed there three days, and had what I calls an abolition4 meetin’; and, arter the old folks was gone to bed one night, ‘Lecta comes to me and says, ‘Peter, you’ve got a dreadful handsome suit made:’ and Polly says, ‘yis, that’s what we’ve been up to Mr. Tucker’s so long about,—we’ve got ’em all done, and a fine Holland shirt for you, all ruffled50 off for you round the bosom51 and wristbands, and we want to go up to Ingen Fields to meetin’, next Sunday, and I’ll ask father to let you drive the iron grays for us.
“Well, Sunday comes, and I goes and tackles up the grays and carriage, and ’twas a genteel establishment, and drove up to the door, and ‘Lecta tells me to drive up to Mr. Tucker’s, and change my clothes, and leave my old ones up there; and so I drove up to Mr. Tucker’s in a hurry, and went in, and Mrs. Tucker, says she, ‘now Peter, wash your hands and feet, and face clean;’ and I did. And Mr. Tucker says, ‘now, Peter, comb your hair;’ and I did. Well, he gin me a comb, and so I combed it as well as I could, for ’twas all knots; and then Mrs. Tucker opened the bedroom door, and says she ‘Peter, now go in there and dress yourself;” and I did; and out I come, and she made me put on a pair of clock-stockin’s, and she put a white cravat52 round my neck; and Mr. Tucker says, ‘now, Peter, stand afore the glass;’ and I did; and then I got my beaver on, and there I stood afore the glass, and strutted53 like a crow in a gutter54, and turned one way and then t’other, and twisted one way and then t’other, and I tell you I felt fine; and Susan says, ‘Pa, there’s one thing we’ve forgot.’ So she runs into the store and bring out a pair of black silk gloves, and hands ’em to me, and says, ‘be careful on ’em, won’t you, Peter.’ Then I was fixed55 out, and ’twas the finest suit I ever had. It cost above seventy dollars.
“Well, I took the gals in; and drove over, and took our gals in, and off we started for Ingen Fields. The old folks had gone on afore us in the gig, and we come up and passed ’em, and if master didn’t stare at me, I’ll give up.
“Arter we got there, I hitches56 my horses, and starts, and walks along to the ‘black pew,’ ? as straight as a candle; and I out with my white handkercher, and wipes the seat off, and down I sot; and I tell you, there warn’t any crook57 in my back that day.
“And master set, and viewed me from head to foot, all day; and I don’t b’lieve he heard one single bit of the sarmint all day—he seemed to be thunderstruck. Well, arter meetin’ we drove home, and I shifts my clothes, and puts the team out, and comes into the house; and master gives me a dreadful cross look, and says, ‘Nigger, where did you git them clothes?’
“‘Mr. Tucker gin ’em to me, Sir,’ I says.
“‘What did Mr. Tucker give ’em to you for?’ he says, in rage.
“‘For savin’ Susan’s life, Sir,’ I answers.
“‘Susan’s life? you devil! What right has Mr. Tucker got to give you such a suit of clothes, without my liberty? Hand me that coat.’ And I did, but I felt bad.
“Well, he took it, and held it out, and says he, ‘Why, nigger, that’s a better coat than I ever had on my back, you cuss—you;’ and at that he took it, and flung it on the floor in rage. I picks it up, and hands it to ‘Lecta, and she puts it in her chist. I had the pleasure of wearing that coat one Sunday more, and then ? he took it, and wore it out himself! ?
“The gals says, ‘Why, father, how can you take away that coat?’
“‘Shet your heads, or you’ll git a tunin’.’
“‘Well, father, but how ’twill look—and what will Mr. Tucker’s folks think of you?’
“‘Shet your dam heads, or I’ll take away the rest of his clothes; for he’s a struttin’ about here as big as a meetin’ house. I’ll do as I please with my nigger’s things! ? He’s my property!! ? It’s a dam pity if my nigger’s things don’t belong to me!’[4] ?
4. And with the same propriety58, might he say, that his nigger’s soul belonged to him; or, if he possessed59 salvation60 by Christ, that his title to heaven belonged to him. With such premises61, he could logically prove that he could kill his slave, and do no wrong, as he would innocently kill his ox, or other property. Here we see the legitimate62 and necessary inference of this barbarous, inhuman63 and wicked position, that it is right, under certain circumstances, to own property in man. A man is not safe, as long as he acknowledges this right; for if he believes it ever can exist, he will exercise it as soon as circumstances are favorable, and become one of the most barbarous and abandoned of slaveholders in an hour.]
“Now, Mr. L——, he robbed me of myself, then of my money, and then of my clothes, that a good man gin me for savin’ his darter’s life. Now you see what mean, means.
“One day, arter this, I met Mr. Tucker in the road, and says he, ‘Well, Peter, how do you git along?’ ‘Oh! Sir, well ’nough; only master has took my clothes away you gin me, and is a wearin’ them out himself.’
“‘What!’ says he, ‘not them clothes I gin you?’
“‘Oh! yis, Sir; and I thinks it’s cruel to me, and insultin’ you most distressedly.’
“‘Well,’ said Mr. Tucker, ‘he ought to be hung up by the tongue atwixt the heavens and ’arth, till he is dead, DEAD, DEAD, without any mercy from the Lord or the devil.’” ?
A. “Well, Peter, I’ve seen cruel and mean things, but that is without exception the meanest thing I ever heard of in my life. Where do you suppose the wretch64 has gone to, Peter?”
P. “He has gone unto the presence of a God, who hates oppression and oppressors with all his heart; and God will take care of him, I tell you, and he’ll do it right tu.”
A. “Yes, Peter, such men are rebels against Jehovah’s government, and it’s absolutely necessary for God to punish them, unless they reform; it’s as necessary for God to send such men to hell in the world to come, as it is for us to bang a murderer, or put him in prison. And, Peter, which had you rather be, the slaveholder or the slave?”
P. “Domine, I’d rather be the most miserablest slave in the univarse, here and herearter, than to be the best slaveholder in creation; for I wouldn’t, under any circumstances, own a human bein’. The sin lies more in the ownin’ property in a human bein’, than in the ‘busin’ on ’em, ‘cordin’ to my way of thinkin’.”
A. “You’re right, Peter; and there will be no progress made in the destruction of slavery, until you destroy the right of property in man!!”
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rattles
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rattle
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| v.飞奔，碰响；激怒；n.碰撞声；拨浪鼓 | |
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hews
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| v.（用斧、刀等）砍、劈( hew的第三人称单数 )；砍成；劈出；开辟 | |
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abolition
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bounty
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| n.慷慨的赠予物，奖金；慷慨，大方；施与 | |
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notched
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swelled
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hurl
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| vt.猛投，力掷，声叫骂 | |
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savage
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| adj.野蛮的；凶恶的，残暴的；n.未开化的人 | |
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thatch
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ragged
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| adj.衣衫褴褛的，粗糙的，刺耳的 | |
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bloody
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mighty
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hewed
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| v.（用斧、刀等）砍、劈( hew的过去式和过去分词 )；砍成；劈出；开辟 | |
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brute
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| n.野兽，兽性 | |
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hurrah
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eel
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salmon
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| n.鲑，大马哈鱼，橙红色的 | |
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trout
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| n.鳟鱼；鲑鱼(属) | |
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bass
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| n.男低音(歌手)；低音乐器；低音大提琴 | |
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gravel
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goggle
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| n.瞪眼，转动眼珠，护目镜；v.瞪眼看，转眼珠 | |
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dispersed
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groan
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poker
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doused
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moss
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mare
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hog
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chattel
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judgment
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| n.审判；判断力，识别力，看法，意见 | |
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recollect
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| v.回忆，想起，记起，忆起，记得 | |
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almighty
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| adj.全能的，万能的；很大的，很强的 | |
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gals
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| abbr.gallons （复数）加仑（液量单位）n.女孩，少女( gal的名词复数 ) | |
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jibe
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modesty
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watery
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| adj.有水的，水汪汪的；湿的，湿润的 | |
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ashore
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| adv.在(向)岸上，上岸 | |
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egregious
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| adj.非常的，过分的 | |
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streaked
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| adj.有条斑纹的，不安的v.快速移动( streak的过去式和过去分词 )；使布满条纹 | |
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stark
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| adj.荒凉的；严酷的；完全的；adv.完全地 | |
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wrung
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| 绞( wring的过去式和过去分词 )； 握紧（尤指别人的手）； 把（湿衣服）拧干； 绞掉（水） | |
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victuals
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| n.食物；食品 | |
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linen
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| n.亚麻布，亚麻线，亚麻制品；adj.亚麻布制的，亚麻的 | |
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beaver
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| n.海狸，河狸 | |
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buckles
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| 搭扣，扣环( buckle的名词复数 ) | |
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raisins
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| n.葡萄干( raisin的名词复数 ) | |
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ruffled
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bosom
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| n.胸，胸部；胸怀；内心；adj.亲密的 | |
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cravat
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| n.领巾，领结；v.使穿有领结的服装，使结领结 | |
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strutted
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gutter
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| n.沟，街沟，水槽，檐槽，贫民窟 | |
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fixed
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| adj.固定的，不变的，准备好的；(计算机)固定的 | |
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hitches
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| 暂时的困难或问题( hitch的名词复数 )； 意外障碍； 急拉； 绳套 | |
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crook
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| v.使弯曲；n.小偷，骗子，贼；弯曲(处) | |
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propriety
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| n.正当行为；正当；适当 | |
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possessed
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salvation
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| n.（尤指基督）救世，超度，拯救，解困 | |
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premises
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legitimate
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| adj.合法的，合理的，合乎逻辑的；v.使合法 | |
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inhuman
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| adj.残忍的，不人道的，无人性的 | |
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wretch
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| n.可怜的人，不幸的人；卑鄙的人 | |
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