Enslaved persons -- United States -- Biography; Mason, Isaac, 1822-
At this sudden change of affairs I suddenly started on the run, with he
and his son after me like hounds in full chase after the fleeing fox. My
safety depended upon my agile movements. My active feet did me good
service and soon left my pursuers far behind. My impulsive thought was
to flee directly home and secure the protection of him whom I was
compelled to call master. Alas! alas! I was placing my trust in one who
was betraying me, who was deceiving me; and soon I was to discover the
blackness of his heart toward me. The vigorous efforts of the maddened
foe pressed on me so great that the road for home had to be abandoned,
and I had to flee to the dense woods for refuge. They were safely
reached, and I could once more breathe easily. Here I remained till
after midnight, when I thought I could venture out and try to find my
way home. The great wonder was, how could I succeed. I knew Mr. W.
always kept his boats in such a manner that I could get one and row
across the creek; but then came the dread that they might be watching
that means of escape and would capture me. That route had to be
abandoned and another found. Blinded with grief and darkness I started
up the creek in search of some shallow place where I might walk across.
On I walked till at last I halted at a spot that I thought would do. The
stream here was narrow; in I ventured. Step after step brought me into
deeper water. Suddenly I found that I was beyond my depth. I could not
swim, I could not go back. The scenes of death were before me. There was
no one near by to call upon to save me. In the midst of my dilemma I
remembered the Lord; upon Him with my whole heart I did call. If ever I
prayed in my life I did this time. Soon my eyes became dim, my mind
bewildered, and consciousness had departed from me. How long I remained
in the water after that I know not. When consciousness returned I found
myself safely resting on the opposite shore, wet and cold. My escape was
miraculous, and I attributed it all to God.
Once more on terra firma I started for home, arriving there about four
o’clock in the morning. I found that the horse and cart had arrived home
during the night, having been brought there by one of Mr. Wallace’s men.
Next morning my boss met me when I was coming from the barn. He informed
me that “Mr. W. was going to whip me for being impudent to his daughter
in throwing that meat to the dog, and I had better have stayed and got
it and had it over.” I told him that I belonged to him, and if he wanted
to do it I would submit—I did not want anybody else to do it. He bade
me take off the wet clothes and put on the hearse clothes. I did so, and
was quickly on my way with the hearse to the shop.
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