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Meantime
Harry
and
myself
had
been
to
the
yard
and
returned
with
our
blankets
,
and
were
at
the
front
door
ready
to
leave
.
Our
purchaser
stood
near
us
,
gazing
at
Eliza
with
an
expression
indicative
of
regret
at
having
bought
her
at
the
expense
of
so
much
sorrow
.
We
waited
some
time
,
when
,
finally
,
Freeman
,
out
of
patience
,
tore
Emily
from
her
mother
by
main
force
,
the
two
clinging
to
each
other
with
all
their
might
.
"
Do
n't
leave
me
,
mama
--
do
n't
leave
me
,
"
screamed
the
child
,
as
its
mother
was
pushed
harshly
forward
;
"
Do
n't
leave
me
--
come
back
,
mama
,
"
she
still
cried
,
stretching
forth
her
little
arms
imploringly
.
But
she
cried
in
vain
.
Out
of
the
door
and
into
the
street
we
were
quickly
hurried
.
Still
we
could
hear
her
calling
to
her
mother
,
"
Come
back
--
do
n't
leave
me
--
come
back
,
mama
,
"
until
her
infant
voice
grew
faint
and
still
more
faint
,
and
gradually
died
away
,
as
distance
intervened
,
and
finally
was
wholly
lost
.
Eliza
never
after
saw
or
heard
of
Emily
or
Randall
.
Day
nor
night
,
however
,
were
they
ever
absent
from
her
memory
.
In
the
cotton
field
,
in
the
cabin
,
always
and
everywhere
,
she
was
talking
of
them
--
often
to
them
,
as
if
they
were
actually
present
.
Only
when
absorbed
in
that
illusion
,
or
asleep
,
did
she
ever
have
a
moment
's
comfort
afterwards
.
She
was
no
common
slave
,
as
has
been
said
.
To
a
large
share
of
natural
intelligence
which
she
possessed
,
was
added
a
general
knowledge
and
information
on
most
subjects
.
She
had
enjoyed
opportunities
such
as
are
afforded
to
very
few
of
her
oppressed
class
.
She
had
been
lifted
up
into
the
regions
of
a
higher
life
.
Freedom
--
freedom
for
herself
and
for
her
offspring
,
for
many
years
had
been
her
cloud
by
day
,
her
pillar
of
fire
by
night
.
In
her
pilgrimage
through
the
wilderness
of
bondage
,
with
eyes
fixed
upon
that
hope-inspiring
beacon
,
she
had
at
length
ascended
to
"
the
top
of
Pisgah
,
"
and
beheld
"
the
land
of
promise
.
"
In
an
unexpected
moment
she
was
utterly
overwhelmed
with
disappointment
and
despair
.
The
glorious
vision
of
liberty
faded
from
her
sight
as
they
led
her
away
into
captivity
.
Now
"
she
weepeth
sore
in
the
night
,
and
tears
are
on
her
cheeks
:
all
her
friends
have
dealt
treacherously
with
her
:
they
have
become
her
enemies
.
"
On
leaving
the
New-Orleans
slave
pen
,
Harry
and
I
followed
our
new
master
through
the
streets
,
while
Eliza
,
crying
and
turning
back
,
was
forced
along
by
Freeman
and
his
minions
,
until
we
found
ourselves
on
board
the
steamboat
Rodolph
,
then
lying
at
the
levee
.
In
the
course
of
half
an
hour
we
were
moving
briskly
up
the
Mississippi
,
bound
for
some
point
on
Red
River
.
There
were
quite
a
number
of
slaves
on
board
beside
ourselves
,
just
purchased
in
the
New-Orleans
market
.
I
remember
a
Mr.
Kelsow
,
who
was
said
to
be
a
well
known
and
extensive
planter
,
had
in
charge
a
gang
of
women
.
Our
master
's
name
was
William
Ford
.
He
resided
then
in
the
"
Great
Pine
Woods
,
"
in
the
parish
of
Avoyelles
,
situated
on
the
right
bank
of
Red
River
,
in
the
heart
of
Louisiana
.
He
is
now
a
Baptist
preacher
.
Throughout
the
whole
parish
of
Avoyelles
,
and
especially
along
both
shores
of
Bayou
Bœuf
,
where
he
is
more
intimately
known
,
he
is
accounted
by
his
fellow-citizens
as
a
worthy
minister
of
God
.
In
many
northern
minds
,
perhaps
,
the
idea
of
a
man
holding
his
brother
man
in
servitude
,
and
the
traffic
in
human
flesh
,
may
seem
altogether
incompatible
with
their
conceptions
of
a
moral
or
religious
life
.
From
descriptions
of
such
men
as
Burch
and
Freeman
,
and
others
hereinafter
mentioned
,
they
are
led
to
despise
and
execrate
the
whole
class
of
slaveholders
,
indiscriminately
.
But
I
was
sometime
his
slave
,
and
had
an
opportunity
of
learning
well
his
character
and
disposition
,
and
it
is
but
simple
justice
to
him
when
I
say
,
in
my
opinion
,
there
never
was
a
more
kind
,
noble
,
candid
,
Christian
man
than
William
Ford
.
The
influences
and
associations
that
had
always
surrounded
him
,
blinded
him
to
the
inherent
wrong
at
the
bottom
of
the
system
of
Slavery
.
He
never
doubted
the
moral
right
of
one
man
holding
another
in
subjection
.
Looking
through
the
same
medium
with
his
fathers
before
him
,
he
saw
things
in
the
same
light
.
Brought
up
under
other
circumstances
and
other
influences
,
his
notions
would
undoubtedly
have
been
different
.
Nevertheless
,
he
was
a
model
master
,
walking
uprightly
,
according
to
the
light
of
his
understanding
,
and
fortunate
was
the
slave
who
came
to
his
possession
.
Were
all
men
such
as
he
,
Slavery
would
be
deprived
of
more
than
half
its
bitterness
.
We
were
two
days
and
three
nights
on
board
the
steamboat
Rodolph
,
during
which
time
nothing
of
particular
interest
occurred
.
I
was
now
known
as
Platt
,
the
name
given
me
by
Burch
,
and
by
which
I
was
designated
through
the
whole
period
of
my
servitude
.
Eliza
was
sold
by
the
name
of
"
Dradey
.
"
She
was
so
distinguished
in
the
conveyance
to
Ford
,
now
on
record
in
the
recorder
's
office
in
New-Orleans
.
On
our
passage
I
was
constantly
reflecting
on
my
situation
,
and
consulting
with
myself
on
the
best
course
to
pursue
in
order
to
effect
my
ultimate
escape
.
Sometimes
,
not
only
then
,
but
afterwards
,
I
was
almost
on
the
point
of
disclosing
fully
to
Ford
the
facts
of
my
history
.
