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

22 Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl.
place of both housekeeper and waiting maid to her
mistress. She was, in fact, at the beginning and end
of every thing.
iMrs. Flint, like many southern women, was totally
deficient in energy. She had not strength to super intend her household affairs; but her nerves were so
strong, that she could sit in her easy chair and see a
woman whipped, till the blood trickled from every
stroke of the lash. She was a member of the church;
but partaking of the Lord's supper did not seem
to put her in a Christian frame of mind. If dinner
was not served at the exact time on that particular
Sunday, she would station herself in the kitchen, and
wait till it was dished, and then spit in all the kettles
and pans that had been used for cooking. She
did this to prevent the cook and her children from
ekinlg out their mneagre fare with the remains of the
gravy and other scrapings. The slaves could get
nothing to eat except what she chose to give them.
Provisions were weighed out by the pound and ounce,
three times a day. I can assure you she gave them
no chance to eat wheat bread from her flour barrel.
She knew how many biscuits a quart of flour would
make, and exactly what size they ought to be.
Dr. Flint was an epicure. The cook never sent a
dinner to his table without fear and trembling; for if
there happened to be a dish not to his liking, he would
either order her to be whipped, or compel her to eat
every mouthful of it in his presence. The poor, hungry creature might not have objected to eating it; but
she did object to having her master cram it down her
throat till she choked.
They had a pet dog, that was a nuisance in the house.