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I was born in one of the southern counties of Kentucky.
My earliest recollections are of a large, old-fashioned farm-house,
built of hewn rock, in -which my old master, Mr. Nelson, and
his family, consisting of a widowed sister, two daughters and
two sons, resided. I have but an indistinct remembrance of
my old master. At times, a shadow of an idea, like the reflection of a kind dream, comes over my mind, and, then, I conjure
him up as a large, venerable-looking man, with scanty, gray locks
floating carelessly over an amplitude of forehead; a wide, hardfeatured face, with yet a kindly glow of honest sentiment;
Droad, strong teeth, much discolored by the continued use of
tobacco.
1 well remember that, as a token of his good-will, he always
presented us (the slave-children) with a slice of buttered bread,
when we had finished our daily task. I have also a faint
reminiscence of his old hickory cane being shaken over my head
two or three times, and the promise (which remained, until his
death, unfulfilled) of a good “ thrashing1'' at some future period.
My mother was a very bright mulatto woman, and my father,
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A ...
Autobiography of a Female Slave
