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James Redpath, The Roving Editor: or, Talks with Slaves in the Southern States., My second trip. (search)
, after coming to their cabins, they have to cook their ash-cakes, or mush, or dumplings, these huts are by no means remarkable for their cleanly appearance. Poor fellows! in that God-forsaken section of the earth they seldom see a woman from Christmas to Christmas. If they are married men, they are tantalized by the thought that their wives are performing for rich women of another race those services that would brighten their own gloomy life-pathway. They may, perhaps — who knows?--have stg varies very much. They are not so well fed as, they could not be worse lodged than, the turpentine plantation and railroad hands, but in one respect their condition is vastly preferable. They have wives on these old plantations; while, from Christmas to Christmas, many of the slaves in the pineries and on the railroads of North Carolina never see theirs. Country slaves, as a class, very seldom, indeed, have any money. I once met a railroad hand who had saved $11; but he was regarded as
James Redpath, The Roving Editor: or, Talks with Slaves in the Southern States., My third trip. (search)
on ‘em — in June, and I's afeard I'll fall to one of the Northerners! Next morning he told me his story, in reply to my questions. I took it down in stenographic notes. Here it is: His story. I belong to the estate of W----. I will be twenty-one, I think it is in June. (I have seldom known a slave to know his age positively.) My mother was a light-colored mulatto; she was a house-servant with old Mr W----. His son R----was my father. Old W----died about a month before last Christmas. The estate holds me and my mother too. There are eight heirs — all children of old Mr. W----. W----had twenty-four slaves. We are to be divided this coming June. I do n't know who I am going to. There are two on them I would n't like to go to, ‘kase they would not let me be free. Some of the heirs gave me a note to go round among the heirs, to see if they would not set me free, and not be divided; bekase I was the old man's waiter all my life, and they knowed who my father was.