A Slave Girl's Story: Being an Autobiography of Kate Drumgoold.Drumgoold, Kate
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A Slave Girl's Story: Being an Autobiography of Kate Drumgoold.
Drumgoold, Kate
Drumgoold, Kate; Enslaved persons -- United States -- Biography
My grandma was almost one hundred years old, and when she heard that the
Lord had saved me and that I was praying for her she saw her own sins
and asked me to come on to visit all of my people, and I, getting ready,
got my oldest sister to go with me. I found that the way was opened for
work, as there we began the work, and they were looking to see something
that they would never see in this world, and sweetly they were all
brought to the Saviour. Grandma went home to carry the good news and
some of the rest have gone with the same good news.
Later years some of my sisters came and some did not come. Then some
got tired and went back to the world, but I have no joy like the joy
there is in the Lord.
My dear mother found the peace in Jesus before she went to that land of
song. When the Lord sent the death angel to call her name she was ready
to answer, "Here am I ready to go in, to come out no more."
My mother left us on the 28th day of February, 1894, in the triumph of
faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. What a blessed thought that I shall soon
be with her on the other side of the river to help her "Crown Him Lord
of all."
To my story:
The subject of this sketch, as I said, was born again under the
preaching of Rev. David Moore, of the Washington Avenue Baptist Church,
which is one of the noblest churches of this city, and it has some of
the best people in it of any church in the world, for there is more done
for those in need in other lands. When I became a member of that church
I could not read in any book, for I did not know a letter. There was a
gentleman in the church by the name of Mr. Lansberry, who finding that I
was one of those that was going to learn, went to a store and bought me
a First Reader and gave it to me, and I did not lose any of my time at
nights. I went to the meetings every night and came back and got a lady,
who was a sister of Mr. Bailey, to be my teacher, and sometimes she used
to be so very sleepy that she could not keep her eyes open and I would
shake her and say that my lesson was to be learned, and it was always
well learned. Then I went to the Sunday-school to let my Sunday-school
teacher hear it on Sundays, and he, Mr. Ward, always said that he was
sure that I would learn so fast I would soon catch up with his Bible
Class. It was not long before I could lay my Reader down and take my
lessons in the Bible, and I can bless God for all of this, for the love
and the kindness that I received of all that knew me was a token of His
great love for me, and I know that He was near me all the time to bring
me nearer to the Light. My mind was then fixed that I should some day go
to school and I could not rest night or day I was so anxious to go to
school; but my dear mother could not send me. She had poor health and no
one to help her to take care of the younger children, and I had to work
and do the best I could with my books, hoping that the time would come
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