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
They caught her with the help of bloodhounds; and when she was
brought in, her arms were torn by the dogs, and I trembled for the poor
girl, for I knew they'd nearly kill her. Sure enough, the first I knew
my husband had her at his shop, to iron her with a full set. There was
a knee-stiffener, an iron collar with a bell, and a pair of handcuffs,
with a chain between to allow her to use the hoe. When I saw the heavy
irons I went to the shop and begged Mr. Crosly not to iron Alice like
that, for it would kill her, as she was badly torn by the dogs. But he
swore at me, and told me to go back into the house, were I belonged;
this was his business. I went back and cried over it till it appeared I
couldn't live; and I went out again and begged him not to put on all
these irons; for he knew they were heavier than the law allowed, and he
would commit murder, for she could not live in this way. But he only
swore at me the more. At this Mrs. Lay came out in a rage, and said she
would see whether any one could come in and interfere with the
punishment of any of her slaves, and ordered another slave to cut
across both of her feet with a pocket-knife, through the skin, so that
blood was left in her tracks. I turned away, for I thought they would
murder the poor girl before my eyes; and I cried myself sick and
couldn't sleep, for I thought she must die before morning. The
cotton-field was opposite my window, and after breakfast I watched to
see the hands go to their work; and, sure enough, there was poor Alice
hobbling out into the cotton-field. They had been at work but a little
while when a heavy blow from the whip-handle on the back of her head
brought her to the ground. 'O, my God!' I cried, to see that overseer
hit her like that because she couldn't keep up her row. I prayed God
that Alice might die at once and be out of her misery; and, sure
enough, they brought her out of that field dead! I was glad of it. Poor
girl! she could suffer no more under their hands."
"And did not her death call forth some action from the law?" I asked.
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