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Such
conversations
,
however
,
were
not
in
the
hearing
of
Burch
,
or
the
keeper
Radburn
.
Aspirations
such
as
these
would
have
brought
down
the
lash
upon
our
backs
.
It
is
necessary
in
this
narrative
,
in
order
to
present
a
full
and
truthful
statement
of
all
the
principal
events
in
the
history
of
my
life
,
and
to
portray
the
institution
of
Slavery
as
I
have
seen
and
known
it
,
to
speak
of
well-known
places
,
and
of
many
persons
who
are
yet
living
.
I
am
,
and
always
was
,
an
entire
stranger
in
Washington
and
its
vicinity
--
aside
from
Burch
and
Radburn
,
knowing
no
man
there
,
except
as
I
have
heard
of
them
through
my
enslaved
companions
.
What
I
am
about
to
say
,
if
false
,
can
be
easily
contradicted
.
I
remained
in
Williams
'
slave
pen
about
two
weeks
.
The
night
previous
to
my
departure
a
woman
was
brought
in
,
weeping
bitterly
,
and
leading
by
the
hand
a
little
child
.
They
were
Randall
's
mother
and
half-sister
.
On
meeting
them
he
was
overjoyed
,
clinging
to
her
dress
,
kissing
the
child
,
and
exhibiting
every
demonstration
of
delight
.
The
mother
also
clasped
him
in
her
arms
,
embraced
him
tenderly
,
and
gazed
at
him
fondly
through
her
tears
,
calling
him
by
many
an
endearing
name
.
Emily
,
the
child
,
was
seven
or
eight
years
old
,
of
light
complexion
,
and
with
a
face
of
admirable
beauty
.
Her
hair
fell
in
curls
around
her
neck
,
while
the
style
and
richness
of
her
dress
,
and
the
neatness
of
her
whole
appearance
indicated
she
had
been
brought
up
in
the
midst
of
wealth
.
She
was
a
sweet
child
indeed
.
The
woman
also
was
arrayed
in
silk
,
with
rings
upon
her
fingers
,
and
golden
ornaments
suspended
from
her
ears
.
Her
air
and
manners
,
the
correctness
and
propriety
of
her
language
--
all
showed
,
evidently
,
that
she
had
sometime
stood
above
the
common
level
of
a
slave
.
She
seemed
to
be
amazed
at
finding
herself
in
such
a
place
as
that
.
It
was
plainly
a
sudden
and
unexpected
turn
of
fortune
that
had
brought
her
there
.
Filling
the
air
with
her
complainings
,
she
was
hustled
,
with
the
children
and
myself
,
into
the
cell
.
Language
can
convey
but
an
inadequate
impression
of
the
lamentations
to
which
she
gave
incessant
utterance
.
Throwing
herself
upon
the
floor
,
and
encircling
the
children
in
her
arms
,
she
poured
forth
such
touching
words
as
only
maternal
love
and
kindness
can
suggest
.
They
nestled
closely
to
her
,
as
if
there
only
was
there
any
safety
or
protection
.
At
last
they
slept
,
their
heads
resting
upon
her
lap
.
While
they
slumbered
,
she
smoothed
the
hair
back
from
their
little
foreheads
,
and
talked
to
them
all
night
long
.
She
called
them
her
darlings
--
her
sweet
babes
--
poor
innocent
things
,
that
knew
not
the
misery
they
were
destined
to
endure
.
Soon
they
would
have
no
mother
to
comfort
them
--
they
would
be
taken
from
her
.
What
would
become
of
them
?
Oh
!
she
could
not
live
away
from
her
little
Emmy
and
her
dear
boy
.
They
had
always
been
good
children
,
and
had
such
loving
ways
.
It
would
break
her
heart
,
God
knew
,
she
said
,
if
they
were
taken
from
her
;
and
yet
she
knew
they
meant
to
sell
them
,
and
,
may
be
,
they
would
be
separated
,
and
could
never
see
each
other
any
more
.
It
was
enough
to
melt
a
heart
of
stone
to
listen
to
the
pitiful
expressions
of
that
desolate
and
distracted
mother
.
Her
name
was
Eliza
;
and
this
was
the
story
of
her
life
,
as
she
afterwards
related
it
:
She
was
the
slave
of
Elisha
Berry
,
a
rich
man
,
living
in
the
neighborhood
of
Washington
.
She
was
born
,
I
think
she
said
,
on
his
plantation
.
Years
before
,
he
had
fallen
into
dissipated
habits
,
and
quarreled
with
his
wife
.
In
fact
,
soon
after
the
birth
of
Randall
,
they
separated
.
Leaving
his
wife
and
daughter
in
the
house
they
had
always
occupied
,
he
erected
a
new
one
near
by
,
on
the
estate
.
Into
this
house
he
brought
Eliza
;
and
,
on
condition
of
her
living
with
him
,
she
and
her
children
were
to
be
emancipated
.
She
resided
with
him
there
nine
years
,
with
servants
to
attend
upon
her
,
and
provided
with
every
comfort
and
luxury
of
life
.
Emily
was
his
child
!
Finally
,
her
young
mistress
,
who
had
always
remained
with
her
mother
at
the
homestead
,
married
a
Mr.
Jacob
Brooks
.
At
length
,
for
some
cause
,
(
as
I
gathered
from
her
relation
,
)
beyond
Berry
's
control
,
a
division
of
his
property
was
made
.
She
and
her
children
fell
to
the
share
of
Mr.
Brooks
.
During
the
nine
years
she
had
lived
with
Berry
,
in
consequence
of
the
position
she
was
compelled
to
occupy
,
she
and
Emily
had
become
the
object
of
Mrs.
Berry
and
her
daughter
's
hatred
and
dislike
.
Berry
himself
she
represented
as
a
man
of
naturally
a
kind
heart
,
who
always
promised
her
that
she
should
have
her
freedom
,
and
who
,
she
had
no
doubt
,
would
grant
it
to
her
then
,
if
it
were
only
in
his
power
.
As
soon
as
they
thus
came
into
the
possession
and
control
of
the
daughter
,
it
became
very
manifest
they
would
not
live
long
together
.
The
sight
of
Eliza
seemed
to
be
odious
to
Mrs.
Brooks
;
neither
could
she
bear
to
look
upon
the
child
,
half-sister
,
and
beautiful
as
she
was
!
The
day
she
was
led
into
the
pen
,
Brooks
had
brought
her
from
the
estate
into
the
city
,
under
pretence
that
the
time
had
come
when
her
free
papers
were
to
be
executed
,
in
fulfillment
of
her
master
's
promise
.
Elated
at
the
prospect
of
immediate
liberty
,
she
decked
herself
and
little
Emmy
in
their
best
apparel
,
and
accompanied
him
with
a
joyful
heart
.
On
their
arrival
in
the
city
,
instead
of
being
baptized
into
the
family
of
freemen
,
she
was
delivered
to
the
trader
Burch
.
The
paper
that
was
executed
was
a
bill
of
sale
.
The
hope
of
years
was
blasted
in
a
moment
.
From
the
height
of
most
exulting
happiness
to
the
utmost
depths
of
wretchedness
,
she
had
that
day
descended
.
No
wonder
that
she
wept
,
and
filled
the
pen
with
wailings
and
expressions
of
heart-rending
woe
.
Eliza
is
now
dead
.
Far
up
the
Red
River
,
where
it
pours
its
waters
sluggishly
through
the
unhealthy
low
lands
of
Louisiana
,
she
rests
in
the
grave
at
last
--
the
only
resting
place
of
the
poor
slave
!
How
all
her
fears
were
realized
--
how
she
mourned
day
and
night
,
and
never
would
be
comforted
--
how
,
as
she
predicted
,
her
heart
did
indeed
break
,
with
the
burden
of
maternal
sorrow
,
will
be
seen
as
the
narrative
proceeds
.
At
intervals
during
the
first
night
of
Eliza
's
incarceration
in
the
pen
,
she
complained
bitterly
of
Jacob
Brooks
,
her
young
mistress
'
husband
.
She
declared
that
had
she
been
aware
of
the
deception
he
intended
to
practice
upon
her
,
he
never
would
have
brought
her
there
alive
.
They
had
chosen
the
opportunity
of
getting
her
away
when
Master
Berry
was
absent
from
the
plantation
.
He
had
always
been
kind
to
her
.
She
wished
that
she
could
see
him
;
but
she
knew
that
even
he
was
unable
now
to
rescue
her
.
Then
would
she
commence
weeping
again
--
kissing
the
sleeping
children
--
talking
first
to
one
,
then
to
the
other
,
as
they
lay
in
their
unconscious
slumbers
,
with
their
heads
upon
her
lap
.
So
wore
the
long
night
away
;
and
when
the
morning
dawned
,
and
night
had
come
again
,
still
she
kept
mourning
on
,
and
would
not
be
consoled
.
