Enslaved persons -- United States -- Biography; Mason, Isaac, 1822-
remained with the Quaker family till she was sixteen years old, when
they gave her two years off her time. This generous friend sent for my
father to come to Baltimore and emancipate both my mother and sister, as
they were sold under debt. He did so, and consequently they were all
three free people according to the laws of the State of Maryland.
To return to my own personal narrative—by jumping from the old cart to
escape from Dr. Hyde and rejoining grandfather. We rode on to
Headchester, which is now known as Millerton, remained there until night
and then returned home. I stayed there all night and next morning after
breakfast we started for Morgan’s Creek, which was to be my new home. We
had to ride a distance of twenty-two miles, arriving there about night.
This was New Year’s eve. I had an uncle living at this place by the name
of Joe Grimes. His wife lived in Chestertown with the same man I was
destined to live with. Mr. H. Wallace gave Uncle Joe a note, with
instructions to deliver it and Isaac into the hands of Mr. James
Mansfield, jr. He arrived there about eight o’clock that night, a
distance of three miles, when I for the first time saw my new master.
His wife was named Mary. They had two children—a girl and a boy; the
former was about five years of age and the latter three years. He was a
cabinet-maker by trade and worked with his father who followed the same
business. He very soon bought his father out, taking the business into
his own hands, and began to thrive very rapidly.
_CHAPTER II._
IN A NEW HOME.
Chestertown was quite a thriving place, having five thousand or more
inhabitants, and was the county seat for Kent County. It bordered on the
Chesapeake Bay, where we had ready transportation to Baltimore, Md.,
three or four times a week. There were a large number of wealthy
families living there at that time who owned large plantations. On being
introduced to my master the next morning I was informed what I was
expected to do. I was told that I was coming sixteen years old the next
spring, and he had bought me for the special purpose to work about the
house and to do whatever was wanted of me; and, also, I was expected to
do what I was set about, and to do it well and quick. He said he would
not overlook one fault. If I did as he said I would be properly treated;
if I did not I would get the hickory wottel. I assured him faithfully I
would do the best I could. I found that my work was precisely the same
as that I had performed at Dr. Hyde’s, my last place, so I got along for
the first two weeks very nicely. I gave them satisfaction, as I thought;
they, that is my master and his wife, appeared pleased. I concluded I
was all right and was going to have a nice time at my new home. At this
time there was not the dread of a daily whipping and the loss of one
meal a day. It was not long before I was to learn that storms followed
calms, and war came after peace.
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