Incidents in the life of a slave girl.: Written by herself. Edited by L. Maria Child.

40 Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl.
any one that knew him; but a voice called out,
"Halloo, Ben, my boy! what are you doing hiere?"
His first impulse was to run; but his legs trembled
so that he could not stir. He turned to confront his
antagonist, and behold, there stood his old master's
next door neighbor! He thought it was all over with
him now; but it proved -otherwise. That manl was a
miracle. He possessed a goodly number of slaves,
and yet was not quite deaf to that mystic clock, whose
ticking is rarely heard in the slaveholder's breast.
" Ben, you are sick," said he. " Why, you look like
a ghost. I guess I gave you something of a start.
Never mind, Ben, I am not going to touch you. You
had a pretty tough time of it, and you may go on
your way rejoicing for all me. But I would advise
you to get out of this place plaguy quick, for there
are several gentlemen here from our town." He de
scribed the nearest and safest route to New York, and
added, "I shall be glad to tell your mother I have
seen you. Good by, Ben."
Benjamin turned away, filled with gratitude, and
surprised that the town he hated contained such a
gem- a gem worthy of a purer setting.
This gentleman was a Northerner by birth; and had
married a southern lady. On his return, hlie told my
grandmother that he had seen her son, and of the service he had rendered him.
Benjamin reached New York safely, and concluded
to stop there until lhe had gained strength enough to
proceed further. It happened that my grandmother's
only remaining son had sailed for the same city on
business for his mistress. Through God's providence,