Two children were the fruit of this marriage, my sister
Nancy and myself, Lucy A. Delaney.
While living in Franklin county, Major Berry became involved in a
quarrel with some gentleman, and a duel was resorted to, to settle the
difficulty and avenge some fancied insult. The major arranged his
affairs and made his will, leaving his negroes to his wife during her
life-time and at her death they were to be free; this was his expressed
wish.
My father accompanied Major Berry to New Madrid, where the fatal
duel was fought, and stayed by him until the end came, received his last
sigh, his last words, and closed his dying eyes, and afterwards
conveyed the remains of his best friend to the bereaved family with a
sad heart. Though sympathizing deeply with them in their affliction,
my father was much disturbed as to what disposition would be made of
him, and after Major Berry was consigned with loving hands to his last
resting place, these haunting thoughts obtruded, even in his sleeping
hours.
A few years after, Major Berry's widow married Robert Wash, an
eminent lawyer, who afterwards became Judge of the Supreme Court.
One child was born to them, who, when she grew to womanhood,
became Mrs. Francis W. Goode, whom I shall always hold in grateful
remembrance as long as life lasts, and God bless her in her old age, is
my fervent prayer for her kindness to me, a poor little slave girl!
We lived in the old "Wash" mansion some time after the marriage of
the Judge, until their daughter Frances was born. How well I remember
those happy days! Slavery had no horror then for me, as I played about
the place, with the same joyful freedom as the little white children.
With mother, father and sister, a pleasant home and surroundings, what
happier child than I!
As I carelessly played away the hours, mother's smiles would fade
away, and her brow contract into a heavy frown. I wondered much
thereat, but the time came--ah! only too soon, when I learned the secret
of her ever-changing face!
CHAPTER II.
Mrs. Wash lost her health, and, on the advice of a physician, went to
Pensacola, Florida, accompanied by my mother. There she died, and
her body was brought back to St. Louis and there interred. After Mrs.
Wash's death, the troubles of my parents and their children may be said
to have really commenced.
Though in direct opposition to the will of Major Berry, my father's
quondam master and friend, Judge Wash tore my father from his wife
and children and sold him "way down South!"
Slavery! cursed slavery! what crimes has it invoked! and, oh! what
retribution has a righteous God visited upon these traders in human
flesh! The rivers of tears shed by us helpless ones, in captivity, were
turned to lakes of blood! How often have we cried in our anguish, "Oh!
Lord, how long, how long?" But the handwriting was on the wall, and
tardy justice came at last and avenged the woes of an oppressed race!
Chickamauga, Shiloh, Atlanta and Gettysburgh, spoke in thunder tones!
John Brown's body had indeed marched on, and we, the ransomed ones,
glorify God and dedicate ourselves to His service, and acknowledge
His greatness and goodness in rescuing us from such bondage as parts
husband from wife, the mother from her children, aye, even the babe
from her breast!
Major Berry's daughter Mary, shortly after, married H. S. Cox, of
Philadelphia, and they went to that city to pass their honeymoon, taking
my sister Nancy with them as waiting-maid. When my father was sold
South, my mother registered a solemn vow that her children should not
continue in slavery all their lives, and she never spared an opportunity
to impress it upon us, that we must get our freedom whenever the
chance offered. So here was an unlooked-for avenue of escape which
presented much that was favorable in carrying out her desire to see
Nancy a free woman.
Having been brought up in a free State, mother had learned much to her
advantage, which would have been impossible in a slave State, and
which she now proposed to turn to account for the benefit of her
daughter. So mother instructed my sister not to return with Mr. and Mrs.
Cox, but to run away, as soon as chance offered, to Canada, where a
friend of our mother's lived who was also a runaway slave, living in
freedom and happiness in Toronto.
As the happy couple wandered from city to city, in search of pleasure,
my sister was constantly turning over in her mind various plans of
escape. Fortune finally favored Nancy, for on their homeward trip they
stopped at Niagara Falls for a few days. In her
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