192 SLAVE LIFE IN GEORGIA.
haps once a w eek, we get about two ounces to a
quarter of a pound of old bacon, which is generally
alive with " skippers," or honey-combed by them.
If we did not steal, we could scarcely live. I
believe every master is plundered of corn, hogs,
chickens, turkeys, and such lik?, to a very large
extent, by his slaves. They are forced to do it.
Hunger drives them to it, though they know they
will be flogged if they are found out. But the
fear of punishment, instead of deterring them from
committing thefts, only makes them more cunning
in trying not to be found out.
I could say a good deal, too, about the laws,
but I should have to write a large book if I did.
One thing I know, and that includes all. The
laws are made for the master, not for the slave.
How should it be otherwise, when, in the eye of
the law, the slave is only a " chattel ?" It is all
nonsense to say that the law protects the slave.
It does no such thing for the slave; indeed, a
coloured free man cannot give evidence against a
white man, so that even murder on the person of
a slave cannot be brought home to the man who
commits it. The law says you may give a slave
thirty-nine lashes if he is found roaming about
without a pass. I warrant that ten with the bull-