"Our houses never exceed one story, and are built of wood, thatched
with reeds, and the floors are generally covered with mats. The dress
of both sexes consists of a long piece of calico or muslin, wrapped
loosely round the body; our beds are also covered with the same kind
of cloth; this the women make when they are not engaged in labor with
the men. Our tillage is in a large common, and all the people resort
thither in a body and unite in the labor.
"My father being a man of rank, had a numerous family; his children
consisted of one daughter, and a number of sons, of which I was the
youngest. As I generally attended my mother, she took great pains in
forming my mind, and training me to exercise. In this way, I grew up to
about the eleventh year of my age, when an end was put to my happiness
in the following manner:
"One day, when all our people were gone to their work, and only my dear
sister and myself were left to watch the house, two men and a woman
came, and seizing us both, stopped our mouths that we should not make a
noise, and ran off with us into the woods, where they tied our hands,
and took us some distance, to a small house, where we stayed that night.
"The next morning, after keeping in the woods some distance, we came
to an opening, where we saw some people at work, and I began to cry
for assistance; but this made them tie us faster, and again stop our
mouths; and they put me into a sack until we had got out of sight of
these people. When they offered us food we could not eat. Often bathing
each other in tears, our only respite was sleep; but alas! even the
privilege of weeping together was soon denied us. While enclosed in
each other's arms we were torn asunder, and I was left in a state of
distress not to be described.
"After travelling a great distance, suffering many hardships, and being
sold several times, one evening my dear sister was brought to the same
house. We were both so overcome that we could not speak for some time,
but clung to each other and wept. And when the people were told that we
were brother and sister, they indulged us with being together; and one
of the men at night lay between us, and allowed us to hold each other's
hand across him.
"This comfort, small as it may appear to some, was not so to us: but it
was of short duration; when morning came, we were again separated, and
I never saw her more. I remember the happiness of our childish sports,
the indulgence of maternal affection; and fear that her lot would be
still harder than mine, fixed her image so indelibly on my mind, that
neither prosperity nor adversity has ever erased it.
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