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Drumgoold, Kate

"A Slave Girl's Story Being an Autobiography of Kate Drumgoold."

I would not have known if I had not seen her one
night have the old bottle in her hand putting the oil in the kettle,
which she was making ready for me, and I looked up and saw what it was
and, as young ones will do, did not want to take molasses and butter
which I had been taking so long, for I had to take it on every night or
I could not speak.
Later on she moved from the place where she was and bought another farm
where it was not near the water, as the doctor thought that was not a
good place for me to be, and I was not sick so much as I had been at the
former.
The first hard spell of sickness on this farm was the fever that I was
sick of at the time that she took sick of the yellow jaundice, and she
turned as yellow as anything could be. She went home with that awful
malady, thinking of me and of what my future should be in God's hands,
to love and bless the world in which I should live if it should be the
will of Him who knows the future of all the people that live on this
earth.
So God has been a father and a loving mother and all else to me, and
sometimes there has been enough of trials in this life to make me almost
forget that I had this strong arm to save me from these trials and
temptations; but when I fly to Him I find all and in all in Him.
He is my rock and my hiding place in the time of trials, for a child
that had all of the love and comfort of a queen was now left to her own
dear mother, who had so many more and had to work so hard to take care
of us all that I have seen sit up all night long working for her little
ones.


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