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I got hold of this book while just browsing google ebook store. Once I started it, i could not help but finish it. The title is befitting the contents and I agree with writer that this is no fiction. Such mature is her writing that you sometimes suspect if it is really written by her but then editor explains this nicely in introduction at the beginning.
Linda narrates the story of her slave-hood and how she escaped the same. Much she had to suffer to the hands of 'bloodhounds', for that is how she puts slaveholders across. She had to pluck the flowers for her mistress when her father was buried in graveyard. She spent seven years in her 'den' without free air and light. She had to separate from her children due to the curse of slavery. As she suffered so much, she had a real good friend in the form of her grandmother, like 'fleecy clouds over a dark and troubled sea'.

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this book is 99% true and once you start you can't stop

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Page 85 - unhappy. There may be sophistry in all this ;. but the condition of a slave confuses all principles of morality, and, in fact, renders the practice of them impossible. When I found that my master had actually begun to build the lonely cottage, other feelings mixed with those I have described. Revenge, and calculations of interest, were added
Page 85 - give one's self, than to submit to compulsion. There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness and attachment. A master may treat you
Page 51 - in the same room, to be on hand if the child stirred. I was selected for that office, and informed for what purpose that arrangement had been made. By managing to keep within sight of people, as much as possible, during the daytime, I had hitherto succeeded in eluding my master, though a razor
Page 51 - slept by the side of my great aunt, where I felt safe. He was too prudent to come into her room. She was an old woman, and had be.en in the family many years. Moreover, as a married man, and a professional man, he deemed it necessary to save
Page 12 - a planter in South Carolina, who, at ^ his death, left her mother and his three children free, with money to go to St. Augustine, where they had relatives. It was during the Revolutionary War ; and they were captured on their passage, carried back, and sold to different purchasers. Such was the story my grandmother used to tell me
Page 12 - do not remember all the particulars. She was a little girl when she was captured and sold to the keeper of a large hotel. I have often heard her tell how hard she fared during childhood. But as she grew older she evinced so much intelligence,
Page 54 - soul ! I understood his object in making this false representation. It was to show me that I gained nothing by seeking the protection of my mistress ; that the power was still all in his own hands. I pitied Mrs. Flint. She was a second wife, many years the junior of her husband ; and the hoary-headed miscreant was enough to try
Page 20 - public sale of negroes, horses, &c." Dr. Flint called to tell my grandmother that he was unwilling to wound her feelings by putting, her up -at auction, and that he would prefer to dispose of her at private sale. My grandmother
Page 50 - placed on a small table in the piazza. He would seat himself there with a well-satisfied smile, and tell me to stand by and brush away the flies. He would eat very slowly, pausing between the mouthfuls. These intervals were employed in describing the happiness
Page 45 - willingly believe. Surely, if you credited one half the truths that are told you concerning the helpless millions suffering in this cruel bondage, you at the north would not help to tighten the yoke. You surely would refuse to do for the master,

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