The Black Man: His Antecedents, His Genius, and His AchievementsBrown, William Wells
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The Black Man: His Antecedents, His Genius, and His Achievements
Brown, William Wells
African Americans -- Biography
"My master raised slaves to supply the southern market, and every year
some of my companions were sold to the slave-traders and taken farther
south. Husbands were separated from their wives, and children torn from
the arms of their agonizing mothers. These outrages were committed by
the man whom nature compelled me to look upon as my father. My mother
and brothers were sold and taken away from me; still I bore all, and
made no attempt to escape, for I yet had near me an only sister, whom I
dearly loved. At last, the negro driver attempted to rob my sister of
her virtue. She appealed to me for protection. Her innocence, beauty,
and tears were enough to stir the stoutest heart. My own, filled with
grief and indignation, swelled within me as though it would burst or
leap from my bosom. My tears refused to flow: the fever in my brain
dried them up. I could stand it no longer. I seized the wretch by the
throat, and hurled him to the ground; and with this strong arm I paid
him for old and new. The next day I was tried by a jury of slaveholders
for the crime of having within me the heart of a man, and protecting
my sister from the licentious embrace of a libertine. And--would
you believe it, sir?--that jury of enlightened Americans,--yes, sir,
Christian Americans,--after _grave_ deliberation, decided that I had
broken the laws, and sentenced me to receive five hundred lashes upon
my bare back. But, sir, I escaped from them the night before I was to
have been flogged.
"Afraid of being arrested and taken back, I remained the following day
hid away in a secluded spot on the banks of the Mississippi River,
protected from the gaze of man by the large trees and thick cane-brakes
that sheltered me. I waited for the coming of another night. All was
silence around me, save the sweet chant of the feathered songsters in
the forest, or the musical ripple of the eddying waters at my feet.
I watched the majestic bluffs as they gradually faded away, through
the gray twilight, from the face of day into the darker shades of
night. I then turned to the rising moon as it peered above, ascending
the deep blue ether, high in the heavens, casting its mellow rays
over the surrounding landscape, and gilding the smooth surface of the
noble river with its silvery hue. I viewed with interest the stars
as they appeared, one after another, in the firmament. It was then
and there that I studied nature in its lonely grandeur, and saw in it
the goodness of God, and felt that He who created so much beauty, and
permitted the fowls of the air and the beasts of the field to roam at
large and be free, never intended that man should be the slave of his
fellow-man. I resolved that I would be a bondman no longer; and, taking
for my guide the _north star_, I started for Canada, the negro's land
of liberty. For many weeks I travelled by night, and lay by during the
day. O, how often, while hid away in the forest, waiting for nightfall,
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