Identifier: unionistsdaughte00vict (find matches)
Title: The Unionist's daughter : a tale of the rebellion in Tennessee ; (and,) Maum Guinea and her plantation "children," or, Holiday-week on a Louisiana estate : a slave romance
Year: 1861 (1860s)
Authors: Victor, Metta Victoria Fuller, 1831-1885
Subjects: Unionists (United States Civil War) Plantation life Slavery African Americans African Americans
Publisher: New York (141 William Street) : Beadle and Company
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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hab me round, so hed seehow much I growed, and how bright I was; but he didntseem to keer—only to be put out about it; and den shedcry ober me nex time we was alone togedder, cause hedidnt want to see me roun. I spose he didnt like to seeme roun, when he was kissin his oder chilren, and showinem de nice presents hed brought; but my mudder was afoolish slave, and it made her feel bad; and de fact is, twasall wrong all roun, anyhow. Woll, missus she treat me so bad, I got thin and trembly,and was all de time in a kind of scare; my mudder use toset and cry ober me at nights, wen she could get me widher, wich wasnt often, and sometimes she talk to me—oh,real bad—bout Missus Jonsing; her eyes would shine till Iwas scared, and would begin to cry, and ask her not to lookso; but I felt some drefful bad feelings in my own heart, andonce I told her I was goin to kill missus when I got bigenough. Den she try to hush me up, an say I musn tinksuch naughty, wicked tings. But I did tink em. «
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COLD AND DEAD. 31 Woll, one day, I was ten, lebing year old, missus gotoberseer to whip me for breaking a disli, and he happen tojerk my shoulder out of jint, and den, I tell you, -jay mudder,she couldn bar it no longer; she took me in her arms, andwent before missus, and gib her sich a talking to, missusturned as wite as a ghost, and she had her out to de whip-ping-post lessn no time, to have de sass took out of her.So, wen we bof got well enuff to crawl aroun, my muddershe took me, one night, and we run away. I tink she foughtshed go de right way, and shed get to Washington City, andtell massa how twas, and beg him to sell her an me away,iiut she got lost in de woods; dar was snow on de groun desecond night we was out; she gib me all de biscuit and meatshe had in her pocket, I spec, and we wandered roun androunj days and days, and she put her petticoat ober me obnights; and one night she sung and sung so sweet to me, datI stop crying and fell sleep, finking of de angels, and de next

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