he had been doing, and was told that he had done nothing amiss,
but that his master had failed, and he was sold towards paying the debts.
He lay in that state all that night; next day he was taken to jail, and I
never saw him again. This is the usual treatment under such
circumstances. I had to go by my mother's next morning, but I feared to
tell her what had happened to my brother. I got a boy to go and tell her.
She was blind and very old, and was living in a little hut, in the woods,
after the usual manner of old, worn-out slaves; she was unable to go to
my brother before he was taken away, and grieved after him greatly.
It was some time after this that I married a slave belonging to Mr.
Enoch Sawyer, who had been so hard a master to me. I left her at home,
(that is, at his house,) one Thursday morning, when we had been
married about eight months. She was well, and seemed likely to be so.
We were nicely getting together our little necessaries. On the Friday, as
I was at work, as usual, with the boats, I heard a noise behind me, on
the road which ran by the side of the canal. I turned to look, and saw a
gang of slaves coming. When they came up to me, one of them cried
out, 'Moses, my dear!' I wondered who among them should know me,
and found it was my wife. She cried out to me, 'I am gone!' I was struck
with consternation. Mr. Rogerson was with them, on his horse, armed
with pistols. I said to him, 'For God's sake, have you bought my wife?'
He said he had; when I asked him what she had done, he said she had
done nothing, but that her master wanted money. He drew out a pistol,
and said that, if I went near the wagon on which she was, he would
shoot me. I asked for leave to shake hands with her, which he refused,
but said I might stand at a distance and talk with her. My heart was so
full that I could say very little. I asked leave to give her a dram. He told
Mr. Burgess, the man who was with him, to get down and carry it to
her. I gave her the little money I had in my pocket, and bade her
farewell. I have never seen or heard of her from that day to this. I loved
her as I loved my life.
Mr. Grice found that I served him faithfully. He and my young mistress,
his wife, advised me, as I was getting money fast, to try to buy myself.
By their advice, I asked my master what he would take for me. He
wanted $800; and, when I said that was too much, he replied, he could
get $1000 for me any minute. Mr. Grice afterwards went with me to
him; he said to him that I had already been more profitable to him than
any five others of his negroes, and reminded him that we had been
playfellows. In this way he got him to consent to take $600 for me. I
then went heartily to work, and, whenever I paid him for my time, I
paid him something, also, towards my freedom, for which he gave me
receipts. When I made him the last payment of the $600 for my
freedom, he tore up all the receipts. I told him he ought not to have
done so; he replied it did not signify, for, as soon as court day came, he
should give me my free papers. On Monday, in court week, I went to
him; he was playing at billiards, and would not go with me, but told me
to come again the next day; the next day he did the same, and so on
daily. I went to his sister, Mrs. Grice, and told her I feared that he did
not mean to give them to me; she said she feared so too, and sent for
him. He was a very wicked young man; he came, and cursed her, and
went out of the house. Mr. Grice was from home; on his return, he went
to my master, and told him he ought to give me my free papers; that I
had paid for myself, and it was court week, so that there was no excuse.
He promised he would; instead of which, he rode away and kept away
till court was over. Before the next court came, he sold me to Mr.
Trewitt for $600.
The way in which Mr. Trewitt came to buy me was this: I
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