60 SLAVE LIFE IN GEORGIA.
expecting her husband. I told her my master
had shot a man that evening, and that I was sure
it was her husband. She could not speak, but
burst out crying. I told here where he was
lying, and then ran back to my quarters.
It seems she was afraid to go out that night; but
quite early in the morning she went down to the
place, with three poor white men named Elias
Cammel, James Cammel, Knd Bill Cannon.
They found the poor fellow quite stiff dead, about
a hundred and fifty yards from the spot where he
had fallen. He had struggled hard, and they had
traced him by his blood to the hedge where he
had at last dropped down for good. The men
who came were his friends, and they buried him
in Cannon's wood, just across a little creek.
They all persuaded Morgan's widow to take the
case in hand, and lay an information against
Stevens, so she went to a magistrate to get a war¬
rant. But the magistrate asked her on whose
evidence the warrant was to be granted. She told
him that it was on that of Stevens' man, Fed;
meaning me. He refused then to give her a war¬
rant, because, as I was a slave, my evidence would
not be received in the Courts. She said it was
very hard, for she knew I had told the truth;