Autobiography of a Female SlaveBrowne, Martha Griffith
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Autobiography of a Female Slave
Browne, Martha Griffith
African American women -- Fiction; Didactic fiction; Enslaved women -- Fiction; Kentucky -- Fiction; Slavery -- Fiction
"Miss Allfield, a lady wishes to speak with you."
"_With me?_" interrogated the lady.
"Yes, marm."
"Who can she be?" said Miss Allfield, in surprise.
"Bid the lady be seated in the parlor, and say that Miss Allfield is at
dinner," replied Mrs. Smith.
"If the company will excuse me, I will attend to this unusual visitor,"
said Miss Allfield, as she rose to leave.
"_It is a colored lady_, and she is waitin' fur you at the door," put in
Elsy.
The blank amazement that sat upon the face of each guest, may be better
imagined than described! Some of them were ready to go into convulsions
of laughter. A moment of dead silence reigned around, when Miss Nellie
set the example of a hearty laugh, in which all joined, except Mr. and
Mrs. Smith, whose faces were black as a tempest-cloud.
But there stood the offending Elsy, all unconscious of her guilt. When
she first came to town, she had been in the habit of announcing company
to the ladies as "a man wants to see you," or "a woman is in the
parlor," and had, every time, been severely reprimanded, and told that
she should say "a lady or gentleman is in the parlor." And the poor,
green creature, in her great regard for "ears polite," did not know how
to make the distinction between the races; but most certainly was she
taught it by the severe whipping that was administered to her afterwards
by Mr. Smith. No intercession or entreaty from the ladies could be of
any avail. Upon Elsy's bare back must the atonement be made! After this
public whipping, she was held somewhat in disgrace by the other
servants. Duke gave her a very decided cut, and Emily, who had never
liked her, was now lavish in her abuse and ill-treatment. She even
struck the poor, offenceless creature many blows; and from this there
was no redemption, for she was in sad disrepute with Mr. and Mrs. Smith;
and, after the young ladies' departure, she had no friend at all, for I
was too powerless to be of use to her.
* * * * * * *
The remainder of the winter was dull indeed. My interviews with Henry
had been discontinued; and I never saw Louise. I had no time for
reading. It was work, work, delve and drudge until my health sank under
it. Mrs. Smith never allowed us any time on Sundays, and the idea of a
negro's going to church was outrageous.
"No," she replied, when I asked permission to attend church, "stay at
home and do your work. What business have negroes going to church? They
don't understand anything about the sermon."
Very true, I thought, for the most of them; but who is to blame for
their ignorance? If opportunities for improvement are not allowed them,
assuredly they should not suffer for it.
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