A Woman's Life-Work — Labors and Experiences of Laura S. HavilandHaviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith)
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A Woman's Life-Work — Labors and Experiences of Laura S. Haviland
Haviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith)
Freed persons; Haviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith), 1808-1898; Underground Railroad
I saw at once the minister took me to be one of those slave-holders who
were coming into their camp almost daily to persuade their slaves back,
though not one of them ever succeeded. I told them my object was to
inquire after the health of this people, body, soul, and spirit--and my
people were all who accept salvation through our Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ; that our Heavenly Father made all the nations of the whole
earth of one blood, and never designed that one race should hold
another in bondage. I had hardly finished my first sentence before the
minister and those near him were urging me to step to the top of their
platform, as I had only taken one or two steps forward. "Come up here;
our people all want to see you." I had to obey. Ten minutes' talk did
not satisfy. The minister and others in that large congregation bade me
go on; and ten or fifteen minutes more were occupied.
At the close a few hundred of those whose families had been broken up
by cruel separations came to me, and many tears were coursing down the
sable cheeks of many gathered around me to shake my hands, which were
actually lame and swollen for three days after.
Said the disappointed minister, "It 'pears like an angel dropped down
'mongst us, in place of the slave-missus come for her people."
Said one woman: "My ole missus come las' week to get all fifty-five of
us back again, and she tried mighty hard to get us to go back wid her.
Den she went to General Grant, an' he say, 'If your people want to go
back they may.' Den she try us again; but not one would go, 'case we
knows her too well--she's mighty hard on us. Den she went back to the
general, an' begged an' cried, and held out her han's, and say,
'General, dese han's never was in dough--I never made a cake o' bread
in my life; please let me have my cook.' An' she tuck on so I jus'
trimble; I's feared he'd tell me to go wid her. But all her cryin'
didn't help her. General say, 'I can't help you, madam; if your cook
wants to go wid you she can; but she is free, an' can do as she likes
about it.' An' she went off cryin'; an' we could jus' kiss de groun'
General Grant walks on ever since."
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