Narrative of Henry Watson, a fugitive slaveWatson, Henry
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Narrative of Henry Watson, a fugitive slave
Watson, Henry
Enslaved persons -- Mississippi -- Social conditions; Slavery -- Mississippi
I left the ship and ran home,
half crying and laughing, to think the day of my liberty was so near at
hand. I reached the hotel in a state of mind impossible to describe. I
however saw the necessity of suppressing my extraordinary joy, so that
it would not be observed and lead to questioning me. I accordingly went
to work concealing my thoughts, and looked eagerly for the day that
the ship was to sail; for the captain had informed me when he would be
ready to leave.
The day at length arrived for the sailing of the ship; and one hour
before she sailed I went on board, with the clothes I was at work in,
not daring to take a thing with me, although I had plenty at the hotel,
for fear that it would excite suspicion. I stood upon the deck looking
at every person about me, thinking that the excuse I could give if
interrogated there would be more plausible than if I were in the cabin
or any other part of the ship. Finally, the steamboat which was to take
us down the river came up alongside and was made fast. As this was
going on I ventured to turn my head, and on the boat saw a man, whom
I thought I had seen at the hotel. The thought came to me, should he
see me, he might inform my master. I immediately feigned sickness, and
stooped down over the rail of the vessel and made a piteous moaning,
which attracted the attention of the captain, who ordered the steward
to come to my relief. He came and assisted me down between decks,
and laid me upon some old sails and ropes, telling me to remain there
until he called me. In a short time he came and brought a glass half
full of brandy, thick with cayenne pepper, for me to drink. I drank it,
and for some minutes it made me think that I was all on fire within.
This was to avoid suspicion. The steamer took us down the Mississippi,
passed the city of New Orleans, and left us at the outside the Balize,
at which time I had not appeared on deck, nor did I until the boat
had left the ship and she had set her sails for sea; then I left my
hiding-place, with my hands on my stomach. The captain then came up to
me, and looking me full in the face, asked me, if I had got well? I
told him, I was better. He said that I had better do some light work,
and it would probably wear off. I then busied myself about the ship,
endeavoring to make myself as useful as I could. We had a pleasant
passage of twenty-nine days, and arrived in Boston without anything
special happening. I have taken care to suppress the captain's name,
and the name of his ship, knowing that should it be known it would
cause him difficulty; and I never have given either since I have been a
free man. The money which the steward paid for my passage I was able to
refund to him in about a year afterwards.
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