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Updated: June 21, 2025
If all massas were good, and dere were a law dat if a plantation were broken up de slabes must be sold in families together, me tell you dat de life on a plantation a thousand times happier dan de life ob a black man in his own country. But all masters are not good. Some neber look after de slabes, and leabe all to overseers, and dese bery often bad, cruel men.
I's noticed, in my 'sperience, dat de young slabes as has got most self-conceit an' imprence is allers hardest to kill." "I scarce know whether to take that as encouragement or otherwise," returned Foster, with the first laugh he had given vent to for a long time. "Take it how you please, Geo'ge, as de doctor said to de dyin' man won't matter much in de long-run.
"We had 'bout 60 slaves on our place, an' if a nigger man on one plantation fall in love wid a slave girl on 'nother place, dey jus' come to her plantation an' jump ober de broom an' den dey is mar'ied. De slabes never had preachers lak dey do at weddin's dese days. If de girl didn't love de boy an' he jumped ober de broom an' she didn't, den dey wa'nt mar'ied.
"Ef dere's spooks anywhere dey's dereaway," he muttered over his hoe; "but den, ki! dey woan 'fere wid dis yer niggah. What hab I'se got ter do wid de wah and de fighten an de jabbin'? De spooks cyant lay nuffin ter me eben ef ole marse an' de res' am a-fighten ter keep dere slabes, as folks say."
De officers dey come down and seize de place, and a little while after dey sell all de slabes. Dat was a terrible affair, to see de husbands and de wives and de children separated and sold to different masters. De young massa he not dere at sale. Dey say he pretty nigh break him heart, but he ought to hab thought ob dat before.
All dey sont him was fo' mens an' old Aunt Harriet fer to cook. "One day Marse George an' his Uncle, Mr. John Davenport now thar was a rich man fer ye, why, he had two carri'ge drivers dey rid over to Grand Gulf whar dey was a sellin' slabes offen de block an' Mr.
Now, tell me the truth, has the English slave, George Fos Fos I forget his name " "Geo'ge Foster," suggested the negro, with an amiable look. "Yes; has Foster had no hand in the matter?" "Unpossible, I t'ink," said Peter. "You see he was wid me and all de oder slabes when de girl hoed off, an' I don't t'ink eben a Englishman kin be in two places at one time. But you kin ax him; he's in de gardin."
Now you got de paper you free woman, but you wife ob slabe; might be difficulty about it. Me fear dat broder Dick ruined de plantation and slabes to be sole; and wid dat she bu'st out crying wus dan eber. Ob course my wife she cry too. "'Better you go norf, Sally, missy say presently. 'I gib you letter to friends dar, and tell dem you bery good nurse.
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