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OUR NIG;
or,
Sketches from the Life of a Free Black, In A Two-Story White House,
North.
SHOWING THAT SLAVERY'S SHADOWS FALL EVEN THERE.
by "OUR NIG."
Dedicated to Pauline Augusta Coleman Gates and Henry Louis Gates,
Sr.
In Memory of Marguerite Elizabeth Howard Coleman, and Gertrude
Helen Redman Gates
"I know That care has iron crowns for many brows; That Calvaries are
everywhere, whereon Virtue is crucified, and nails and spears Draw
guiltless blood; that sorrow sits and drinks At sweetest hearts, till all
their life is dry; That gentle spirits on the rack of pain Grow faint or
fierce, and pray and curse by turns; That hell's temptations, clad in
heavenly guise And armed with might, lie evermore in wait Along life's
path, giving assault to all."--HOLLAND.
PREFACE.
IN offering to the public the following pages, the writer confesses her
inability to minister to the refined and culti- vated, the pleasure
supplied by abler pens. It is not for such these crude narrations appear.
Deserted by kindred, disabled by failing health, I am forced to some
experiment which shall aid me in maintaining myself and child with-
out extinguishing this feeble life. I would not from these motives even
palliate slavery at the South, by disclosures of its appurtenances North.
My mistress was wholly imbued with SOUTHERN principles. I do not
pretend to divulge every transaction in my own life, which the
unprejudiced would declare unfavorable in comparison with treatment
of legal bondmen; I have purposely omitted what would most provoke
shame in our good anti-slavery friends at home.
My humble position and frank confession of errors will, I hope, shield
me from severe criticism. Indeed, defects are so apparent it requires no
skilful hand to expose them.
I sincerely appeal to my colored brethren universally for patronage,
hoping they will not condemn this attempt of their sister to be erudite,
but rally around me a faithful band of supporters and defenders.
H. E. W.
OUR NIG.
CHAPTER I
.
MAG SMITH, MY MOTHER.
Oh, Grief beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young
heart lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For
which it loved to live or feared to die; Lorn as the hung-up lute, that
ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master-chord was broken!
MOORE.
LONELY MAG SMITH! See her as she walks with downcast eyes and
heavy heart. It was not always thus. She HAD a loving, trusting heart.
Early deprived of parental guardianship, far removed from relatives,
she was left to guide her tiny boat over life's surges alone and inexperi-
enced. As she merged into womanhood, unpro- tected, uncherished,
uncared for, there fell on her ear the music of love, awakening an
intensity of emotion long dormant. It whispered of an ele- vation before
unaspired to; of ease and plenty her simple heart had never dreamed of
as hers. She knew the voice of her charmer, so ravishing, sounded far
above her. It seemed like an an- gel's, alluring her upward and onward.
She thought she could ascend to him and become an equal. She
surrendered to him a priceless gem, which he proudly garnered as a
trophy, with those of other victims, and left her to her fate. The world
seemed full of hateful deceivers and crushing arrogance. Conscious that
the great bond of union to her former companions was sev- ered, that
the disdain of others would be insup- portable, she determined to leave
the few friends she possessed, and seek an asylum among strangers.
Her offspring came unwelcomed, and before its nativity numbered
weeks, it passed from earth, ascending to a purer and better life.
"God be thanked," ejaculated Mag, as she saw its breathing cease; "no
one can taunt HER with my ruin."
Blessed release! may we all respond. How many pure, innocent
children not only inherit a wicked heart of their own, claiming life-long
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