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

l oo Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl.
have the goodness to come il and stay till the search
was over. He readily complied. His entrance into
the house brought in the captain of the company,
whose business it was to guard the outside of the
house, and see that none of the inmates left.it. This
officer was AMr. Litclh, the wealtlly slaveholder whom I
mentioned, in the account of neighlboring planters, as
being notorious for his cruelty. He felt above soiling
his hands with the search. He merely gave orders;
and, if a bit of writing was discovered, it was carried
to him by his ignorant followers, who were unable to
read.
My grandmother had a large trunk of bedding and
table cloths. When that was opened, there was a great
shout of surprise; and one exclaimed, " Where'd the
damned niggers git all dis sheet anl' table clarf?
My grandmother, emboldened by the presence of our
white protector, said, " You may be sure we didn't
pilfer'em from your houses."
"Look here, mammy," said a grimn-looking fellow
without any coat, " you seem to feel mighty grail'
'cause you got all them'ere fixens.. White folks
outlghliter have'em all."
His remarks were'interrupted by a chorus of voices
shouting, " We's got'em! We's got'em! Dis'ere
yaller gal's got letters!
There was a general rush for the supposed letter,
which, upon examination, proved to be some verses
written to me by a friend. Iln packing away my
things, I had overlooked them. When their captain
informed tllhemn of their contents, they seemed much
disappointed. He inquired of me who wrote them.
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