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no papers. So he kept us for two years and six
months. When we found out the deception he had
practiced upon us, we felt very wretched indeed —
sure that we had no friend left, and should never
get our freedom, but were cruelly robbed of what
was our own, not only by right, but as an especial
Seldon used to come and see us when the crops
were to be sold, get the money for us (but we never
saw it), then go away again, without the least advan¬
tage to us. At last, we took courage, and got
another man to exert himself for us. He was not a
lawyer, but a magistrate. His name was William B.
Harrison, the owner of middle Brandon. Though a
slaveholder himself, he got our free papers, and pro¬
cured us a passage to Boston, after we had remained
three years and thirty-five days in unlawful bondage,
according to the laws of Virginia, to say nothing of
a higher law.
Instead of the fifty dollars we were each to receive
on our landing, we had fourteen dollars and ninety-
six cents apiece. All our money was taken from us,
because we were black people; but glad enough were
we of our freedom.
We were told if we came to Boston, we should be
killed, or put in prison, where we should have to
work under ground or be obliged to drag carts all
round the streets; but we were determined to try it,
live or die.
We came in 1847, and have not been eaten up