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
I had not to stay there then, for the time is near at hand when I shall
go to my white mother's to live, for she is in Tennessee and will come
home soon to be with her darling child; and when she shall start again I
shall go, and now the times are all well for me as then, but the time
has come that the Lord has called her away from her child to be with
Him, and how could I live without her? And she was to leave her sick
child there for her own mother to care for, and God will raise up
friends in this lonely world to look after those that cry unto heaven,
believing that He is a hearer of the true prayer. I shall always
remember that Saturday afternoon when I was lying so sick when my
dearly beloved white mother took so sick, and they had the doctor there
for me, and he had to see after her the same time, and she was getting
so much worse all the time and the doctor had not any hopes of her, and
they took me from the room where she was, to a room upstairs and she had
them to take me down to look at her once more. That was on Sunday and on
Monday she heard the call to her to come up to that blessed land where
she should be forever with the Lord and her dear husband.
What a glory it must be for those that have washed their robes and made
them white in the blood of the Lamb.
I can call to mind when she the blessed one, that I call my white
mother, went to get me some shoes and a fine hat, and the one that sold
them told her, as she looked at a hat I wanted, that its price was
twenty dollars, but I was not thinking of the prices then as I do now,
and I cried to have that hat and did not want any of the others, and he
told my white mother that was too much for to spend on a hat for me, but
she told him nothing would cost too much for her to get for me, and she
got that fine hat for me and he had his money; so you can see how much
she loved me. And now that dear one is gone from me, and it seemed the
dearest one on this earth, and I did not think then that I could have
lived without her whom God had given to me for this world, but God, in
His wonderful love for me and to me, raised up friends for me and helped
me to find favor in the sight of all the people, for they seemed to love
me for her sake, and I did not get well for a long time.
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