One they hid in the garden; one they put in the cellar, and so these
were hard times for mother and us, who were in the road one night
walking to find some place to get out of the rain and let those wet
garments get dried, for it was so dark that we could not see a hand
before us.
But after all the hard trials we reached this lovely city, where there
are those that love and fear God, and who love the souls of the negro as
well as those of the white, the red, the yellow or brown races of the
earth, for we have ever found some of the people who do not forget us
day or night in their prayers, that God will send a blessing to us as a
race.
To my story of a life of slavery:
My dear mother had a dear husband that she was sold from also, and he,
not knowing that he should ever see my mother any more, as the times
were then, he waited for a while and then he found him another wife, and
when mother came and found that he was married to another she tried to
get him, but she could do nothing about it; so having to leave him
behind to look after the last one and her family, although it seemed
hard for her to do so.
My mother had a large family to take care of, but the Lord was good to
her and helped her, for she had laid some of them away, and then there
were ten little girls to care for.
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