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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of From the Darkness Cometh the Light, or
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+Title: From the Darkness Cometh the Light, or Struggles for Freedom
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+
+<h1>Struggles for Freedom.</h1>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 443px;">
+<a name="Illustration" id="Illustration"></a><img src="images/image001.jpg" width="443" height="650" alt="Portrait of Lucy A. Delaney and signature" title="" />
+</p>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+
+<h3>
+FROM THE</h3>
+<h1>
+DARKNESS COMETH THE LIGHT</h1>
+<h3>
+OR</h3>
+<h1><span class="smcap">Struggles for Freedom.</span><br /><br /><br /></h1>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/image002.png" width="400" height="107" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center">ST. LOUIS, MO.<br />
+PUBLISHING HOUSE OF J. T. SMITH,<br />
+No. 11, Bridge Entrance.<br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Dedication" id="Dedication"></a>Dedication.</h2>
+
+
+<p>To those who by their valor have made their name immortal, from whom
+we are daily learning the lessons of patriotism, in whom we respect
+the virtues of charity, patience and friendship as displayed towards
+the colored race and to those</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Whose deeds crowd History's pages<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Time's great volume make,"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>is this little volume reverently dedicated&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC.</span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Preface" id="Preface"></a>Preface.</h2>
+
+
+<p>So many of my friends have urged me to give a short sketch of my
+varied life that I have consented, and herewith present it for the
+consideration of my readers. Those who were with me in the days of
+slavery will appreciate these pages, for though they cannot recur with
+any happiness to the now "shadowy past, or renew the unrenewable," the
+unaccountable longing for the aged to look backward and review the
+events of their youth will find an answering chord in this little
+book.</p>
+
+<p>Those of you who have never suffered as we have, perhaps may suppose
+the case, and therefore accept with interest and sympathy the
+passages of life and character here portrayed and the lessons which
+should follow from them.</p>
+
+<p>If there is a want of unity or coherence in this work, be charitable
+and attribute it to lack of knowledge and experience in literary
+acquirements. As this is a world of varied interests and many events,
+although we are each but atoms, it must be remembered, that we assist
+in making the grand total of all history, and therefore are excusable
+in making our affairs of importance to ourselves, and endeavoring to
+impress them on others. With this reason of my seeking your favor, I
+leave you to the perusal of my little tale.</p>
+
+<p class="citation">L. A. D.</p>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+<h3>CONTENTS</h3>
+<p class="center">
+<a href="#CHAPTER_I"><b>CHAPTER I.</b></a><br /><br />
+<a href="#CHAPTER_II"><b>CHAPTER II.</b></a><br /><br />
+<a href="#CHAPTER_III"><b>CHAPTER III.</b></a><br /><br />
+<a href="#CHAPTER_IV"><b>CHAPTER IV.</b></a><br /><br />
+<a href="#CHAPTER_V"><b>CHAPTER V.</b></a><br /><br />
+<a href="#CHAPTER_VI"><b>CHAPTER VI.</b></a><br /><br />
+<a href="#CHAPTER_VII"><b>CHAPTER VII.</b></a><br /><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
+<h1><a name="STRUGGLES_FOR_FREEDOM" id="STRUGGLES_FOR_FREEDOM"></a>STRUGGLES FOR FREEDOM.</h1>
+
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Soon is the echo and the shadow o'er,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Soon, soon we lie with lid-encumbered eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the great fabrics that we reared before<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Crumble to make a dust to hide who dies."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<p>In the year 18&mdash;, Mr. and Mrs. John Woods and Mr. and Mrs. Andrew
+Posey lived as one family in the State of Illinois. Living with Mrs.
+Posey was a little negro girl, named Polly <a name="Crocket" id="Crocket"></a>Crocket, who had made it
+her home there, in peace and happiness, for five years. On a dismal
+night in the month of September, Polly, with four other colored
+persons, were kidnapped, and, after being securely bound and gagged,
+were put into a skiff and carried across the Mississippi River to the
+city of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> St. Louis. Shortly after, these unfortunate negroes were
+taken up the Missouri River and sold into slavery. Polly was purchased
+by a farmer, Thomas Botts, with whom she resided for a year, when,
+overtaken by business reverses, he was obliged to sell all he
+possessed, including his negroes.</p>
+
+<p>Among those present on the day set apart for the sale was Major Taylor
+Berry, a wealthy gentleman who had travelled a long distance for the
+purpose of purchasing a servant girl for his wife. As was the custom,
+all the negroes were brought out and placed in a line, so that the
+buyers could examine their good points at leisure. Major Berry was
+immediately attracted by the bright and alert appearance of Polly, and
+at once negotiated with the trader, paid the price agreed upon, and
+started for home to present his wife with this flesh and blood
+commodity, which money could so easily procure in our vaunted land of
+freedom.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Fanny Berry was highly pleased with Polly's manner and
+appearance, and concluded to make a seamstress of her. Major Berry had
+a mulatto servant, who was as handsome as an Apollo, and when he and
+Polly met each other, day after day, the natural result followed, and
+in a short time, with the full consent of Major Berry and his wife,
+were married. Two children were the fruit of this marriage, my sister
+Nancy and myself, Lucy A. Delaney.</p>
+
+<p>While living in Franklin county, Major Berry became involved in a
+quarrel with some gentleman, and a duel was resorted to, to settle the
+difficulty and avenge some fancied insult. The major arranged his
+affairs and made his will, leaving his negroes to his wife during her
+life-time and at her death they were to be free; this was his
+expressed wish.</p>
+
+<p>My father accompanied Major Berry to New Madrid, where the fatal duel
+was fought,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> and stayed by him until the end came, received his last
+sigh, his last words, and closed his dying eyes, and afterwards
+conveyed the remains of his best friend to the bereaved family with a
+sad heart. Though sympathizing deeply with them in their affliction,
+my father was much disturbed as to what disposition would be made of
+him, and after Major Berry was consigned with loving hands to his last
+resting place, these haunting thoughts obtruded, even in his sleeping
+hours.</p>
+
+<p>A few years after, Major Berry's widow married Robert Wash, an eminent
+lawyer, who afterwards became Judge of the Supreme Court. One child
+was born to them, who, when she grew to womanhood, became Mrs. Francis
+W. Goode, whom I shall always hold in grateful remembrance as long as
+life lasts, and God bless her in her old age, is my fervent prayer for
+her kindness to me, a poor little slave girl!</p>
+
+<p>We lived in the old "Wash" mansion some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> time after the marriage of
+the Judge, until their daughter Frances was born. How well I remember
+those happy days! Slavery had no horror then for me, as I played about
+the place, with the same joyful freedom as the little white children.
+With mother, father and sister, a pleasant home and surroundings, what
+happier child than I!</p>
+
+<p>As I carelessly played away the hours, mother's smiles would fade
+away, and her brow contract into a heavy frown. I wondered much
+thereat, but the time came&mdash;ah! only too soon, when I learned the
+secret of her ever-changing face!</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Mrs. Wash lost her health, and, on the advice of a physician, went to
+Pensacola, Florida, accompanied by my mother. There she died, and her
+body was brought back to St. Louis and there interred. After Mrs.
+Wash's death, the troubles of my parents and their children may be
+said to have really commenced.</p>
+
+<p>Though in direct opposition to the will of Major Berry, my father's
+quondam master and friend, Judge Wash tore my father from his wife and
+children and sold him "way down South!"</p>
+
+<p>Slavery! cursed slavery! what crimes has it invoked! and, oh! what
+retribution has a righteous God visited upon these traders in human
+flesh! The rivers of tears shed by us helpless<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> ones, in captivity,
+were turned to lakes of blood! How often have we cried in our anguish,
+"Oh! Lord, how long, how long?" But the handwriting was on the wall,
+and tardy justice came at last and avenged the woes of an oppressed
+race! Chickamauga, Shiloh, Atlanta and Gettysburgh, spoke in thunder
+tones! John Brown's body had indeed marched on, and we, the ransomed
+ones, glorify God and dedicate ourselves to His service, and
+acknowledge His greatness and goodness in rescuing us from such
+bondage as parts husband from wife, the mother from her children, aye,
+even the babe from her breast!</p>
+
+<p>Major Berry's daughter Mary, shortly after, married H. S. Cox, of
+Philadelphia, and they went to that city to pass their honeymoon,
+taking my sister Nancy with them as waiting-maid. When my father was
+sold South, my mother registered a solemn vow that her children should
+not continue in slavery all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> their lives, and she never spared an
+opportunity to impress it upon us, that we must get our freedom
+whenever the chance offered. So here was an unlooked-for avenue of
+escape which presented much that was favorable in carrying out her
+desire to see Nancy a free woman.</p>
+
+<p>Having been brought up in a free State, mother had learned much to her
+advantage, which would have been impossible in a slave State, and
+which she now proposed to turn to account for the benefit of her
+daughter. So mother instructed my sister not to return with Mr. and
+Mrs. Cox, but to run away, as soon as chance offered, to Canada, where
+a friend of our mother's lived who was also a runaway slave, living in
+freedom and happiness in Toronto.</p>
+
+<p>As the happy couple wandered from city to city, in search of pleasure,
+my sister was constantly turning over in her mind various plans of
+escape. Fortune finally favored<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> Nancy, for on their homeward trip
+they stopped at Niagara Falls for a few days. In her own words I will
+describe her escape:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"In the morning, Mr. and Mrs. Cox went for a drive, telling
+me that I could have the day to do as I pleased. The shores
+of Canada had been tantalizing my longing gaze for some
+days, and I was bound to reach there long before my mistress
+returned. So I locked up Mrs. Cox's trunk and put the key
+under the pillow, where I was sure she would find it, and I
+made a strike for freedom! A servant in the hotel gave me
+all necessary information and even assisted me in getting
+away. Some kind of a festival was going on, and a large
+crowd was marching from the rink to the river, headed by a
+band of music. In such a motley throng I was unnoticed, but
+was trembling with fear of being detected. It seemed an age
+before the ferry boat arrived, which at last appeared,
+enveloped in a gigantic wreath of black smoke. Hastily I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>
+embarked, and as the boat stole away into the misty twilight
+and among crushing fields of ice, though the air was chill
+and gloomy, I felt the warmth of freedom as I neared the
+Canada shore. I landed, without question, and found my
+mother's friend with but little difficulty, who assisted me
+to get work and support myself. Not long afterwards, I
+married a prosperous farmer, who provided me with a happy
+home, where I brought my children into the world without the
+sin of slavery to strive against."</p></div>
+
+<p>On the return of Mrs. Cox to St. Louis she sent for my mother and told
+her that Nancy had run away. Mother was very thankful, and in her
+heart arose a prayer of thanksgiving, but outwardly she pretended to
+be vexed and angry. Oh! the impenetrable mask of these poor black
+creatures! how much of joy, of sorrow, of misery and anguish have they
+hidden from their tormentors!</p>
+
+<p>I was a small girl at that time, but remember <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>how wildly mother
+showed her joy at Nancy's escape when we were alone together. She
+would dance, clap her hands, and, waving them above her head, would
+indulge in one of those weird negro melodies, which so charm and
+fascinate the listener.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Cox commenced housekeeping on a grand and extended scale, having
+a large acquaintance, she entertained lavishly. My mother cared for
+the laundry, and I, who was living with a Mrs. Underhill, from New
+York, and was having rather good times, was compelled to go live with
+Mrs. Cox to mind the baby. My pathway was thorny enough, and though
+there may be no roses without thorns, I had thorns in plenty with no
+roses.</p>
+
+<p>I was beginning to plan for freedom, and was forever on the alert for
+a chance to escape and join my sister. I was then twelve years old,
+and often talked the matter over with mother and canvassed the
+probabilities of both of us getting away. No schemes were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> too wild
+for us to consider! Mother was especially restless, because she was a
+free woman up to the time of her being kidnapped, so the injustice and
+weight of slavery bore more heavily upon her than upon me. She did not
+dare to talk it over with anyone for fear that they would sell her
+further down the river, so I was her only confidant. Mother was always
+planning and getting ready to go, and while the fire was burning
+brightly, it but needed a little more provocation to add to the
+flames.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Mrs. Cox was always very severe and exacting with my mother, and one
+occasion, when something did not suit her, she turned on mother like a
+fury, and declared, "I am just tired out with the 'white airs' you put
+on, and if you don't behave differently, I will make Mr. Cox sell you
+down the river at once."</p>
+
+<p>Although mother turned grey with fear, she presented a bold front and
+retorted that "she didn't care, she was tired of that place, and
+didn't like to live there, nohow." This so infuriated Mr. Cox that he
+cried, "How dare a negro say what she liked or what she did not like;
+and he would show her what he should do."</p>
+
+<p>So, on the day following, he took my mother to an auction-room on Main
+Street and sold<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> her to the highest bidder, for five hundred and fifty
+dollars. Oh! God! the pity of it! "In the home of the brave and the
+land of the free," in the sight of the stars and stripes&mdash;that symbol
+of freedom&mdash;sold away from her child, to satisfy the anger of a
+peevish mistress!</p>
+
+<p>My mother returned to the house to get her few belongings, and
+straining me to her breast, begged me to be a good girl, that she was
+going to run away, and would buy me as soon as she could. With all the
+inborn faith of a child, I believed it most fondly, and when I heard
+that she had actually made her escape, three weeks after, my heart
+gave an exultant throb and cried, "God is good!"</p>
+
+<p>A large reward was offered, the bloodhounds (curse them and curse
+their masters) were set loose on her trail. In the day time she hid in
+caves and the surrounding woods, and in the night time, guided by the
+wondrous North Star, that blessed lodestone of a slave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> people, my
+mother finally reached Chicago, where she was arrested by the
+negro-catchers. At this time the Fugitive Slave Law was in full
+operation, and it was against the law of the whole country to aid and
+protect an escaped slave; not even a drink of water, for the love of
+the Master, might be given, and those who dared to do it (and there
+were many such brave hearts, thank God!) placed their lives in danger.</p>
+
+<p>The presence of bloodhounds and "nigger-catchers" in their midst,
+created great excitement and scandalized the community. Feeling ran
+high and hundreds of people gathered together and declared that mother
+should not be returned to slavery; but fearing that Mr. Cox would
+wreak his vengeance upon me, my mother finally gave herself up to her
+captors, and returned to St. Louis. And so the mothers of Israel have
+been ever slain through their deepest affections!</p>
+
+<p>After my mother's return, she decided to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> sue for her freedom, and for
+that purpose employed a good lawyer. She had ample testimony to prove
+that she was kidnapped, and it was so fully verified that the jury
+decided that she was a free woman, and papers were made out
+accordingly.</p>
+
+<p>In the meanwhile, Miss Martha Berry had married Mr. Mitchell and taken
+me to live with her. I had never been taught to work, as playing with
+the babies had been my sole occupation; therefore, when Mrs. Mitchell
+commanded me to do the weekly washing and ironing, I had no more idea
+how it was to be done than Mrs. Mitchell herself. But I made the
+effort to do what she required, and my failure would have been amusing
+had it not been so appalling. In those days filtering was unknown and
+the many ways of clearing water were to me an unsolved riddle. I never
+had to do it, so it never concerned me how the clothes were ever
+washed clean.</p>
+
+<p>As the Mississippi water was even muddier<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> than now, the results of my
+washing can be better imagined than described. After soaking and
+boiling the clothes in its earthy depths, for a couple of days, in
+vain attempt to get them clean, and rinsing through several waters, I
+found the clothes were getting darker and darker, until they nearly
+approximated my own color. In my despair, I frantically rushed to my
+mother and sobbed out my troubles on her kindly breast. So in the
+morning, before the white people had arisen, a friend of my mother
+came to the house and washed out the clothes. During all this time,
+Mrs. Mitchell was scolding vigorously, saying over and over again,
+"Lucy, you do not want to work, you are a lazy, good-for-nothing
+nigger!" I was angry at being called a nigger, and replied, "You don't
+know nothing, yourself, about it, and you expect a poor ignorant girl
+to know more than you do yourself; if you had any feeling you would
+get somebody to teach me, and then I'd do well enough."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>She then gave me a wrapper to do up, and told me if I ruined that as I
+did the other clothes, she would whip me severely. I answered, "You
+have no business to whip me. I don't belong to you."</p>
+
+<p>My mother had so often told me that she was a free woman and that I
+should not die a slave, I always had a feeling of independence, which
+would invariably crop out in these encounters with my mistress; and
+when I thus spoke, saucily, I must confess, she opened her eyes in
+angry amazement and cried:</p>
+
+<p>"You <i>do</i> belong to me, for my papa left you to me in his will, when
+you were a baby, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself to talk so to
+one that you have been raised with; now, you take that wrapper, and if
+you don't do it up properly, I will bring you up with a round turn."</p>
+
+<p>Without further comment, I took the wrapper, which was too handsome to
+trust to an inexperienced hand, like Mrs. Mitchell very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> well knew I
+was, and washed it, with the same direful results as chronicled
+before. But I could not help it, as heaven is my witness. I was
+entirely and hopelessly ignorant! But of course my mistress would not
+believe it, and declared over and over again, that I did it on purpose
+to provoke her and show my defiance of her wishes. In vain did I
+disclaim any such intentions. She was bound to carry out her threat of
+whipping me.</p>
+
+<p>I rebelled against such government, and would not permit her to strike
+me; she used shovel, tongs and broomstick in vain, as I disarmed her
+as fast as she picked up each weapon. Infuriated at her failure, my
+opposition and determination not to be whipped, Mrs. Mitchell declared
+she would report me to Mr. Mitchell and have him punish me.</p>
+
+<p>When her husband returned home, she immediately entered a list of
+complaints against me as long as the moral law, including my failure
+to wash her clothes properly, and her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> inability to break my head for
+it; the last indictment seemed to be the heaviest she could bring
+against me. I was in the shadow of the doorway as the woman raved,
+while Mr. Mitchell listened patiently until the end of his wife's
+grievances reached an appeal to him to whip me with the strength that
+a man alone could possess.</p>
+
+<p>Then he declared, "Martha, this thing of cutting up and slashing
+servants is something I know nothing about, and positively will not
+do. I don't believe in slavery, anyhow; it is a curse on this land,
+and I wish we were well rid of it."</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Mitchell, I will not have that saucy baggage around this house,
+for if she finds you won't whip her, there will be no living with her,
+so you shall just sell her, and I insist upon it."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Martha," he answered, "I found the girl with you when we were
+married, and as you claim her as yours, I shall not interpose<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> any
+objections to the disposal of what you choose to call your property,
+in any manner you see fit, and I will make arrangements for selling
+her at once."</p>
+
+<p>I distinctly overheard all that was said, and was just as determined
+not to be sold as I was not to be whipped. My mother's lawyer had told
+her to caution me never to go out of the city, if, at any time, the
+white people wanted me to go, so I was quite settled as to my course,
+in case Mr. Mitchell undertook to sell me.</p>
+
+<p>Several days after this conversation took place, Mrs. Mitchell, with
+her baby and nurse, Lucy Wash, made a visit to her grandmother's,
+leaving orders that I should be sold before her return; so I was not
+surprised to be ordered by Mr. Mitchell to pack up my clothes and get
+ready to go down the river, for I was to be sold that morning, and
+leave, on the steamboat Alex. Scott, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.</p>
+
+<p>"Can't I go see my mother, first?" I asked.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"No," he replied, not very gently, "there is no time for that, you can
+see her when you come back. So hurry up and get ready, and let us have
+no more words about it!"</p>
+
+<p>How I did hate him! To hear him talk as if I were going to take a
+pleasure trip, when he knew that if he sold me South, as he intended,
+I would never see my dear mother again.</p>
+
+<p>However, I hastily ran up stairs and packed my trunk, but my mother's
+injunction, "never to go out of the city," was ever present in my
+mind.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Mitchell was Superintendent of Indian Affairs, his office being in
+the dwelling house, and I could hear him giving orders to his clerk,
+as I ran lightly down the stairs, out of the front door to the street,
+and with fleet foot, I skimmed the road which led to my mother's door,
+and, reaching it, stood trembling in every limb with terror and
+fatigue.</p>
+
+<p>I could not gain admittance, as my mother<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> was away to work and the
+door was locked. A white woman, living next door, and who was always
+friendly to mother, told me that she would not return until night. I
+clasped my hands in despair and cried, "Oh! the white people have sold
+me, and I had to run away to keep from being sent down the river."</p>
+
+<p>This white lady, whose name I am sorry I cannot remember, sympathized
+with me, as she knew my mother's story and had written many letters
+for her, so she offered me the key of her house, which, fortunately,
+fitted my mother's door, and I was soon inside, cowering with fear in
+the darkness, magnifying every noise and every passing wind, until my
+imagination had almost converted the little cottage into a boat, and I
+was steaming down South, away from my mother, as fast as I could go.</p>
+
+<p>Late at night mother returned, and was told all that had happened, and
+after getting <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>supper, she took me to a friend's house for
+concealment, until the next day.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as Mr. Mitchell had discovered my unlooked-for departure, he
+was furious, for he did not think I had sense enough to run away; he
+accused the coachman of helping me off, and, despite the poor man's
+denials, hurried him away to the calaboose and put him under the lash,
+in order to force a confession. Finding this course unavailing, he
+offered a reward to the negro catchers, on the same evening, but their
+efforts were equally fruitless.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+
+
+<p>On the morning of the 8th of September, 1842, my mother sued Mr. D. D.
+Mitchell for the possession of her child, Lucy Ann Berry. My mother,
+accompanied by the sheriff, took me from my hiding-place and conveyed
+me to the jail, which was located on Sixth Street, between Chestnut
+and Market, where the Laclede Hotel now stands, and there met Mr.
+Mitchell, with Mr. H. S. Cox, his brother-in-law.</p>
+
+<p>Judge Bryant Mullanphy read the law to Mr. Mitchell, which stated that
+if Mr. Mitchell took me back to his house, he must give bond and
+security to the amount of two thousand dollars, and furthermore, I
+should not be taken out of the State of Missouri until I had a chance
+to prove my freedom. Mr. H. S. Cox<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> became his security and Mr.
+Mitchell gave bond accordingly, and then demanded that I should be put
+in jail.</p>
+
+<p>"Why do you want to put that poor young girl in jail?" demanded my
+lawyer. "Because," he retorted, "her mother or some of her crew might
+run her off, just to make me pay the two thousand dollars; and I would
+like to see her lawyer, or any other man, in jail, that would take up
+a d&mdash;&mdash; nigger case like that."</p>
+
+<p>"You need not think, Mr. Mitchell," calmly replied Mr. Murdock,
+"because my client is colored that she has no rights, and can be
+cheated out of her freedom. She is just as free as you are, and the
+Court will so decide it, as you will see."</p>
+
+<p>However, I was put in a cell, under lock and key, and there remained
+for seventeen long and dreary months, listening to the</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"&mdash;&mdash;foreign echoes from the street,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faint sounds of revel, traffic, conflict keen&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, thinking that man's reiterated feet<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span><span class="i0">Have gone such ways since e'er the world has been,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wondered how each oft-used tone and glance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Retains its might and old significance."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>My only crime was seeking for that freedom which was my birthright! I
+heard Mr. Mitchell tell his wife that he did not believe in slavery,
+yet, through his instrumentality, I was shut away from the sunlight,
+because he was determined to prove me a slave, and thus keep me in
+bondage. Consistency, thou art a jewel!</p>
+
+<p>At the time my mother entered suit for her freedom, she was not
+instructed to mention her two children, Nancy and Lucy, so the white
+people took advantage of this flaw, and showed a determination to use
+every means in their power to prove that I was not her child.</p>
+
+<p>This gave my mother an immense amount of trouble, but she had girded
+up her loins for the fight, and, knowing that she was right, was
+resolved, by the help of God and a good lawyer, to win my case against
+all opposition.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>After advice by competent persons, mother went to Judge Edward Bates
+and begged him to plead the case, and, after fully considering the
+proofs and learning that my mother was a poor woman, he consented to
+undertake the case and make his charges only sufficient to cover his
+expenses. It would be well here to give a brief sketch of Judge Bates,
+as many people wondered that such a distinguished statesman would take
+up the case of an obscure negro girl.</p>
+
+<p>Edward Bates was born in Belmont, Goochland county, Va., September,
+1793. He was of Quaker descent, and inherited all the virtues of that
+peace-loving people. In 1812, he received a midshipman's warrant, and
+was only prevented from following the sea by the influence of his
+mother, to whom he was greatly attached. Edward emigrated to Missouri
+in 1814, and entered upon the practice of law, and, in 1816, was
+appointed prosecuting lawyer for the St. Louis Circuit. Toward the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
+close of the same year, he was appointed Attorney General for the new
+State of Missouri, and in 1826, while yet a young man, was elected
+representative to congress as an anti-Democrat, and served one term.
+For the following twenty-five years, he devoted himself to his
+profession, in which he was a shining light. His probity and
+uprightness attracted to him a class of people who were in the right
+and only sought justice, while he repelled, by his virtues, those who
+traffic in the miseries or mistakes of unfortunate people, for they
+dared not come to him and seek counsel to aid them in their villainy.</p>
+
+<p>In 1847, Mr. Bates was delegate to the Convention for Internal
+Improvement, held in Chicago, and by his action he came prominently
+before the whole country. In 1850, President Fillmore offered him the
+portfolio of Secretary of War, which he declined. Three years later,
+he accepted the office of Judge of St. Louis Land Court.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>When the question of the repeal of the Missouri Compromise was
+agitated, he earnestly opposed it, and thus became identified with the
+"free labor" party in Missouri, and united with it, in opposition to
+the admission of Kansas under the Lecompton Constitution. He
+afterwards became a prominent anti-slavery man, and in 1859 was
+mentioned as a candidate for the presidency. He was warmly supported
+by his own State, and for a time it seemed that the opposition to
+Governor Seward might concentrate on him. In the National Republican
+Convention, 1860, he received forty-eight votes on the first ballot,
+but when it became apparent that Abraham Lincoln was the favorite, Mr.
+Bates withdrew his name. Mr. Lincoln appointed Judge Bates Attorney
+General, and while in the Cabinet he acted a dignified, safe and
+faithful part. In 1864, he resigned his office and returned to his
+home in St. Louis, where he died in 1869, surrounded by his weeping
+family.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"&mdash;&mdash;loved at home, revered abroad.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'An honest man's the noblest work of God.'"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>On the 7th of February, 1844, the suit for my freedom began. A bright,
+sunny day, a day which the happy and care-free would drink in with a
+keen sense of enjoyment. But my heart was full of bitterness; I could
+see only gloom which seemed to deepen and gather closer to me as I
+neared the courtroom. The jailer's sister-in-law, Mrs. Lacy, spoke to
+me of submission and patience; but I could not feel anything but
+rebellion against my lot. I could not see one gleam of brightness in
+my future, as I was hurried on to hear my fate decided.</p>
+
+<p>Among the most important witnesses were Judge Robert Wash and Mr.
+Harry Douglas, who had been an overseer on Judge Wash's farm, and also
+Mr. MacKeon, who bought my mother from H. S. Cox, just previous to her
+running away.</p>
+
+<p>Judge Wash testified that "the defendant,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> Lucy A. Berry, was a mere
+infant when he came in possession of Mrs. Fannie Berry's estate, and
+that he often saw the child in the care of its reputed mother, Polly,
+and to his best knowledge and belief, he thought Lucy A. Berry was
+Polly's own child."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Douglas and Mr. MacKeon corroborated Judge Wash's statement. After
+the evidence from both sides was all in, Mr. Mitchell's lawyer, Thomas
+Hutchinson, commenced to plead. For one hour, he talked so bitterly
+against me and against my being in possession of my liberty that I was
+trembling, as if with ague, for I certainly thought everybody must
+believe him; indeed I almost believed the dreadful things he said,
+myself, and as I listened I closed my eyes with sickening dread, for I
+could just see myself floating down the river, and my heart-throbs
+seemed to be the throbs of the mighty engine which propelled me from
+my mother and freedom forever!</p>
+
+<p>Oh! what a relief it was to me when he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> finally finished his harangue
+and resumed his seat! As I never heard anyone plead before, I was very
+much alarmed, although I knew in my heart that every word he uttered
+was a lie! Yet, how was I to make people believe? It seemed a puzzling
+question!</p>
+
+<p>Judge Bates arose, and his soulful eloquence and earnest pleading made
+such an impression on my sore heart, I listened with renewed hope. I
+felt the black storm clouds of doubt and despair were fading away, and
+that I was drifting into the safe harbor of the realms of truth. I
+felt as if everybody <i>must</i> believe <i>him</i>, for he clung to the truth,
+and I wondered how Mr. Hutchinson could so lie about a poor
+defenseless girl like me.</p>
+
+<p>Judge Bates chained his hearers with the graphic history of my
+mother's life, from the time she played on Illinois banks, through her
+trials in slavery, her separation from her husband, her efforts to
+become free, her voluntary return to slavery for the sake of her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>
+child, Lucy, and her subsequent efforts in securing her own freedom.
+All these incidents he lingered over step by step, and concluding, he
+said:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+ "Gentlemen of the jury, I am a slave-holder myself, but,
+ thanks to the Almighty God, I am above the base principle of
+ holding anybody a slave that has as good right to her freedom
+ as this girl has been proven to have; she was free before she
+ was born; her mother was free, but kidnapped in her youth,
+ and sacrificed to the greed of negro traders, and no free
+ woman can give birth to a slave child, as it is in direct
+ violation of the laws of God and man!"
+</div>
+
+<p>At this juncture he read the affidavit of Mr. A. Posey, with whom my
+mother lived at the time of her abduction; also affidavits of Mr. and
+Mrs. Woods, in corroboration of the previous facts duly set forth.
+Judge Bates then said:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>
+ "Gentlemen of the jury, here I rest this case, as I would not
+ want any better evidence for one of my own children. The
+ testimony of Judge Wash is alone sufficient to substantiate
+ the claim of Polly <a name="Crockett" id="Crockett"></a>Crockett Berry to the defendant as being
+ her own child."
+
+</div>
+
+<p>The case was then submitted to the jury, about 8 o'clock in the
+evening, and I was returned to the jail and locked in the cell which I
+had occupied for seventeen months, filled with the most intense
+anguish.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There's a joy in every sorrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There's a relief from every pain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though to-day 'tis dark to-morrow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">H<small>E</small> will turn all bright again."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<p>Before the sheriff bade me good night he told me to be in readiness at
+nine o'clock on the following morning to accompany him back to court
+to hear the verdict. My mother was not at the trial. She had lingered
+many days about the jail expecting my case would be called, and
+finally when called to trial the dear, faithful heart was not present
+to sustain me during that dreadful speech of Mr. Hutchinson. All night
+long I suffered agonies of fright, the suspense was something awful,
+and could only be comprehended by those who have gone through some
+similar ordeal.</p>
+
+<p>I had missed the consolation of my mother's presence, and I felt so
+hopeless and alone!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> Blessed mother! how she clung and fought for me.
+No work was too hard for her to undertake. Others would have flinched
+before the obstacles which confronted her, but undauntedly she pursued
+her way, until my freedom was established by every right and without a
+questioning doubt!</p>
+
+<p>On the morning of my return to Court, I was utterly unable to help
+myself. I was so overcome with fright and emotion,&mdash;with the
+alternating feelings of despair and hope&mdash;that I could not stand still
+long enough to dress myself. I trembled like an aspen leaf; so I sent
+a message to Mrs. Lacy to request permission for me to go to her room,
+that she might assist me in dressing. I had done a great deal of
+sewing for Mrs. Lacy, for she had showed me much kindness, and was a
+good Christian. She gladly assisted me, and under her willing hands I
+was soon made ready, and, promptly at nine o'clock, the sheriff called
+and escorted me to the courthouse.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>On our way thither, Judge Bates overtook us. He lived out a short
+distance in the country, and was riding on horseback. He tipped his
+hat to me as politely as if I were the finest lady in the land, and
+cried out, "Good morning Miss Lucy, I suppose you had pleasant dreams
+last night!" He seemed so bright and smiling that I was imbued with
+renewed hope; and when he addressed the sheriff with "Good morning
+Sir. I don't suppose the jury was out twenty minutes were they?" and
+the sheriff replied "oh! no, sir," my heart gave a leap, for I was
+sure that my fate was decided for weal or woe.</p>
+
+<p>I watched the judge until he turned the corner and desiring to be
+relieved of suspense from my pent-up anxiety, I eagerly asked the
+sheriff if I were free, but he gruffly answered that "he didn't know."
+I was sure he did know, but was too mean to tell me. How could he have
+been so flinty, when he must have seen how worried I was.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>At last the courthouse was reached and I had taken my seat in such a
+condition of helpless terror that I could not tell one person from
+another. Friends and foes were as one, and vainly did I try to
+distinguish them. My long confinement, burdened with harrowing
+anxiety, the sleepless night I had just spent, the unaccountable
+absence of my mother, had brought me to an indescribable condition. I
+felt dazed, as if I were no longer myself. I seemed to be another
+person&mdash;an on-looker&mdash;and in my heart dwelt a pity for the poor,
+lonely girl, with down-cast face, sitting on the bench apart from
+anyone else in that noisy room. I found myself wondering where Lucy's
+mother was, and how she would feel if the trial went against her; I
+seemed to have lost all feeling about it, but was speculating what
+Lucy would do, and what her mother would do, if the hand of Fate was
+raised against poor Lucy! Oh! how sorry I did feel for myself!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>At the sound of a gentle voice, I gathered courage to look upward, and
+caught the kindly gleam of Judge Bates' eyes, as he bent his gaze upon
+me and smilingly said, "I will have you discharged in a few minutes,
+Miss Lucy!"</p>
+
+<p>Some other business occupied the attention of the Court, and when I
+had begun to think they had forgotten all about me, Judge Bates arose
+and said calmly, "Your Honor, I desire to have this girl, Lucy A.
+Berry, discharged before going into any other business."</p>
+
+<p>Judge Mullanphy answered "Certainly!" Then the verdict was called for
+and rendered, and the jurymen resumed their places. Mr. Mitchell's
+lawyer jumped up and exclaimed:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+ "Your Honor, my client demands that this girl be remanded to
+ jail. He does not consider that the case has had a fair
+ trial, I am not informed as to what course he intends to
+ pursue, but I am now expressing his present wishes?"
+</div>
+
+<p>Judge Bates was on his feet in a second and cried: "For shame! is it
+not enough that this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> girl has been deprived of her liberty for a year
+and a half, that you must still pursue her after a fair and impartial
+trial before a jury, in which it was clearly proven and decided that
+she had every right to freedom? I demand that she be set at liberty at
+once!"</p>
+
+<p>"I agree with Judge Bates," responded Judge Mullanphy, "and the girl
+may go!"</p>
+
+<p>Oh! the overflowing thankfulness of my grateful heart at that moment,
+who could picture it? None but the good God above us! I could have
+kissed the feet of my deliverers, but I was too full to express my
+thanks, but with a voice trembling with tears I tried to thank Judge
+Bates for all his kindness.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as possible, I returned to the jail to bid them all good-bye
+and thank them for their good treatment of me while under their care.
+They rejoiced with me in my good fortune and wished me much success
+and happiness in years to come.</p>
+
+<p>I was much concerned at my mother's <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>prolonged absence, and was deeply
+anxious to meet her and sob out my joy on her faithful bosom. Surely
+it was the hands of God which prevented mother's presence at the
+trial, for broken down with anxiety and loss of sleep on my account,
+the revulsion of feeling would have been greater than her over-wrought
+heart could have sustained.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as she heard of the result, she hurried to meet me, and hand
+in hand we gazed into each other's eyes and saw the light of freedom
+there, and we felt in our hearts that we could with one accord cry
+out: "Glory to God in the highest, and peace and good will towards
+men."</p>
+
+<p>Dear, dear mother! how solemnly I invoke your spirit as I review these
+trying scenes of my girlhood, so long agone! Your patient face and
+neatly-dressed figure stands ever in the foreground of that checkered
+time; a figure showing naught to an on-looker but the common place
+virtues of an honest woman!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> Never would an ordinary observer connect
+those virtues with aught of heroism or greatness, but to me they are
+as bright rays as ever emanated from the lives of the great ones of
+earth, which are portrayed on historic pages&mdash;to me, the qualities of
+her true, steadfast heart and noble soul become "a constellation, and
+is tracked in Heaven straightway."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
+
+
+<p>After the trial was over and my mother had at last been awarded the
+right to own her own child, her next thought reverted to sister Nancy,
+who had been gone so long, and from whom we had never heard, and the
+greatest ambition mother now had was to see her child Nancy. So, we
+earnestly set ourselves to work to reach the desired end, which was to
+visit Canada and seek the long-lost girl. My mother being a
+first-class laundress, and myself an expert seamstress, it was easy to
+procure all the work we could do, and command our own prices. We
+found, as well as the whites, a great difference between slave and
+free labor, for while the first was compulsory, and, therefore, at the
+best, perfunctory, the latter must be superior in order to create a
+demand, and realizing this fully, mother and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> I expended the utmost
+care in our respective callings, and were well rewarded for our
+efforts.</p>
+
+<p>By exercising rigid economy and much self-denial, we, at last,
+accumulated sufficient to enable mother to start for Canada, and oh!
+how rejoiced I was when that dear, overworked mother approached the
+time, when her hard-earned and long-deferred holiday was about to
+begin. The uses of adversity is a worn theme, and in it there is much
+of weak cant, but when it is considered how much of sacrifice the
+poverty-stricken must bear in order to procure the slightest
+gratification, should it not impress the thinking mind with amazement,
+how much of fortitude and patience the honest poor display in the
+exercise of self-denial! Oh! ye prosperous! prate of the uses of
+adversity as poetically as you please, we who are obliged to learn of
+them by bitter experience would greatly prefer a change of
+surroundings.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mother arrived in Toronto two weeks after she left St. Louis, and
+surprised my sister Nancy, in a pleasant home. She had married a
+prosperous farmer, who owned the farm on which they lived, as well as
+some property in the city near-by. Mother was indescribably happy in
+finding her child so pleasantly situated, and took much pleasure with
+her bright little grandchildren; and after a long visit, returned
+home, although strongly urged to remain the rest of her life with
+Nancy; but old people are like old trees, uproot them, and transplant
+to other scenes, they droop and die, no matter how bright the
+sunshine, or how balmy the breezes.</p>
+
+<p>On her return, mother found me with Mrs. Elsie Thomas, where I had
+lived during her absence, still sewing for a livelihood. Those were
+the days in which sewing machines were unknown, and no stitching or
+sewing of any description was allowed to pass muster, unless each
+stitch looked as if it were a part of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> cloth. The art of fine
+sewing was lost when sewing machines were invented, and though
+doubtless they have given women more leisure, they have destroyed that
+extreme neatness in the craft, which obtained in the days of long ago.</p>
+
+<p>Time passed happily on with us, with no event to ruffle life's
+peaceful stream, until 1845, when I met Frederick Turner, and in a few
+short months we were made man and wife. After our marriage, we removed
+to Quincy, Ill., but our happiness was of short duration, as my
+husband was killed in the explosion of the steamboat Edward Bates, on
+which he was employed. To my mind it seemed a singular coincidence
+that the boat which bore the name of the great and good man, who had
+given me the first joy of my meagre life&mdash;the precious boon of
+freedom&mdash;and that his namesake should be the means of weighting me
+with my first great sorrow; this thought seemed to reconcile me to my
+grief, for that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> name was ever sacred, and I could not speak it
+without reverence.</p>
+
+<p>The number of killed and wounded were many, and they were distributed
+among friends and hospitals; my husband was carried to a friend's,
+where he breathed his last. Telegraphs were wanting in those times, so
+days passed before this wretched piece of news reached me, and there
+being no railroads, and many delays, I reached the home of my friend
+only to be told that my husband was dead and buried. Intense grief was
+mine, and my repining worried mother greatly; she never believed in
+fretting about anything that could not be helped. My only consolation
+from her was, "'Cast your burden on the Lord.' <i>My</i> husband is down
+South, and I don't know where he is; he may be dead; he may be alive;
+he may be happy and comfortable; he may be kicked, abused and
+half-starved. <i>Your</i> husband, honey, is in heaven; and mine&mdash;God only
+knows where he is!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>In those few words, I knew her burden was heavier than mine, for I had
+been taught that there was hope beyond the grave, but hope was left
+behind when sold "down souf"; and so I resolved to conceal my grief,
+and devote myself to my mother, who had done so much and suffered so
+much for me.</p>
+
+<p>We then returned to St. Louis, and took up the old life, minus the
+contentment which had always buoyed us up in our daily trials, and
+with an added sorrow which cast a sadness over us. But Time, the great
+healer, taught us patience and resignation, and once more we were</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Waiting when fortune sheds brightly her smile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There always is something to wait for the while."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Four years afterward, I became the wife of Zachariah Delaney, of
+Cincinnati, with whom I have had a happy married life, continuing
+forty-two years. Four children were born to us, and many were the
+plans we mapped out for their future, but two of our little girls were
+called from us while still in their childhood. My remaining daughter
+attained the age of twenty-two years, and left life behind, while the
+brightest of prospects was hers, and my son, in the fullness of a
+promising youth, at the age of twenty-four, "turned his face to the
+wall." So my cup of bitterness was full to the brim and overflowing;
+yet one consolation was always mine! Our children were born free and
+died free! Their childhood and my maternity were never shadowed with a
+thought of separation. The grim reaper did not spare<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> them, but they
+were as "treasures laid up in heaven." Such a separation one could
+accept from the hand of God, with humble submission, "for He calleth
+His own!"</p>
+
+<p>Mother always made her home with me until the day of her death; she
+had lived to see the joyful time when her race was made free, their
+chains struck off, and their right to their own flesh and blood
+lawfully acknowledged. Her life, so full of sorrow, was ended, full of
+years and surrounded by many friends, both black and white, who
+recognized and appreciated her sufferings and sacrifices and rejoiced
+that her old age was spent in freedom and plenty. The azure vault of
+heaven bends over us all, and the gleaming moonlight brightens the
+marble tablet which marks her last resting place, "to fame and fortune
+unknown," but in the eyes of Him who judgeth us, hers was a heroism
+which outvied the most famous.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 33%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I frequently thought of father, and wondered if he were alive or dead;
+and at the time of the great exodus of negroes from the South, a few
+years ago, a large number arrived in St. Louis, and were cared for by
+the colored people of that city. They were sheltered in churches,
+halls and private houses, until such time as they could pursue their
+journey. Methought, I will find him in this motley crowd, of all ages,
+from the crowing babe in its mother's arms, to the aged and decrepit,
+on whom the marks of slavery were still visible. I piled inquiry upon
+inquiry, until after long and persistent search, I learned that my
+father had always lived on the same plantation, fifteen miles from
+Vicksburg. I wrote to my father and begged him to come and see me and
+make his home with me; sent him the money, so he would be to no
+expense, and when he finally reached St. Louis, it was with great joy
+that I received him. Old, grizzled and gray, time had dealt<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> hardly
+with him, and he looked very little like the dapper master's valet,
+whose dark beauty won my mother's heart.</p>
+
+<p>Forty-five years of separation, hard work, rough times and heart
+longings, had perseveringly performed its work, and instead of a man
+bearing his years with upright vigor, he was made prematurely old by
+the accumulation of troubles. My sister Nancy came from Canada, and we
+had a most joyful reunion, and only the absence of our mother left a
+vacuum, which we deeply and sorrowfully felt. Father could not be
+persuaded to stay with us, when he found his wife dead; he longed to
+get back to his old associations of forty-five years standing, he felt
+like a stranger in a strange land, and taking pity on him, I urged him
+no more, but let him go, though with great reluctance.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 33%;" />
+
+<p>There are abounding in public and private libraries of all sorts,
+lives of people which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> fill our minds with amazement, admiration,
+sympathy, and indeed with as many feelings as there are people, so I
+can scarcely expect that the reader of these episodes of my life will
+meet with more than a passing interest, but as such I will commend it
+to your thought for a brief hour. To be sure, I am deeply sensible
+that this story, as written, is not a very striking performance, but I
+have brought you with me face to face with but only a few of the
+painful facts engendered by slavery, and the rest can be drawn from
+history. Just have patience a little longer, and I have done.</p>
+
+<p>I became a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church in 1855; was
+elected President of the first colored society, called the "Female
+Union," which was the first ever organized exclusively for women; was
+elected President of a society known as the "Daughters of Zion"; was
+matron of "Siloam Court," No. 2, three years in succession; was Most
+Ancient Matron of the "Grand Court of Missouri," of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> which only the
+wives of Masons are allowed to become members. I am at present, Past
+Grand Chief Preceptress of the "Daughters of the Tabernacle and
+Knights of Tabor," and also was Secretary, and am still a member, of
+Col. Shaw Woman's Relief Corps, No. 34, auxiliary to the Col. Shaw
+Post, 343, Grand Army of the Republic.</p>
+
+<p>Considering the limited advantages offered me, I have made the best
+use of my time, and what few talents the Lord has bestowed on me I
+have not "hidden in a napkin," but used them for His glory and to
+benefit those for whom I live. And what better can we do than to live
+for others?</p>
+
+<p>Except the deceitfulness of riches, nothing is so illusory as the
+supposition of interest we assume that our readers may feel in our
+affairs; but if this sketch is taken up for just a moment of your
+life, it may settle the problem in your mind, if not in others, "Can
+the negro race succeed, proportionately, as well as the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> whites, if
+given the same chance and an equal start?"</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The hours are growing shorter for the millions who are toiling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the homes are growing better for the millions yet to be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we all shall learn the lesson, how that waste and sin are spoiling<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fairest and the finest of a grand humanity.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is coming! it is coming! and men's thoughts are growing deeper;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are giving of their millions as they never gave before;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are learning the new Gospel; man must be his brother's keeper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And right, not might, shall triumph, and the selfish rule no more."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<h3>Finis.</h3>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p class="center"><b>Transcriber's Notes</b></p>
+
+<p>
+Spelling variations have been retained for:</p>
+
+<p>Chapter I, Page 10: Polly <a href="#Crocket">Crocket</a><br />
+(Living with Mrs. Posey was a little negro girl, named Polly Crocket,
+who had made it her home there, in peace and happiness, for five
+years.)</p>
+
+<p>Chapter IV, Page 43: Polly <a href="#Crockett">Crockett</a> Berry<br />
+(The testimony of Judge Wash is alone sufficient to substantiate the
+claim of Polly Crockett Berry to the defendant as being her own
+child.)</p>
+
+<p>Other minor typographical and punctuation errors have been
+corrected from the original to reflect the author's intent.</p>
+
+
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