158 SLAVE LIFE IN GEORGIA.
time had been one of sore trial to me. Having,
however, brought my readers with me to a place
of rest, I wish to dwell a little on this part of my
history, for what happened to me here, forms an
era in my life.
I was introduced by two sturdy young men to
their father, as " another of the travellers bound
to the North Star." The old man laid a hand
upon my shoulder, and taking my other hand in
his, gave me a welcome, and then conducting me
into the parlour, introduced me to his wife. It was
now past sun-rise, and they were about going to
breakfast. I was, however, taken to an upper
room, where I had a good wash, in a white basin,
and where clean linen and a complete suit of
clothes were brought to me. After refreshing
myself by this wholesome change, I was re-con¬
ducted to the parlour, and seated at the table.
It was the first time in my life I had found
myself in such grand company. I was so com¬
pletely abashed, and felt so out of my element,
that I had no eyes, no ears, no understandino-.
I was quite bewildered. As to eating, it was out
of the question.
" Come, friend John Brown, thee must eat,"
said the kind old lady, heaping my plate up with