Soon afterwards, my master removed to the city of St. Louis, and
purchased a farm four miles from there, which he placed under the charge
of an overseer by the name of Friend Haskell. He was a regular Yankee
from New England. The Yankees are noted for making the most cruel
overseers.
My mother was hired out in the city, and I was also hired out there to
Major Freeland, who kept a public house. He was formerly from Virginia,
and was a horse-racer, cock-fighter, gambler, and withal an inveterate
drunkard. There were ten or twelve servants in the house, and when he
was present, it was cut and slash--knock down and drag out. In his fits
of anger, he would take up a chair, and throw it at a servant; and in
his more rational moments, when he wished to chastise one, he would tie
them up in the smoke-house, and whip them; after which, he would cause
a fire to be made of tobacco stems, and smoke them. This he called
“Virginia play.”
I complained to my master of the treatment which I received from Major
Freeland; but it made no difference. He cared nothing about it, so long
as he received the money for my labor. After living with Major Freeland
five or six months, I ran away, and went into the woods back of the
city; and when night came on, I made my way to my master’s farm, but
was afraid to be seen, knowing that if Mr. Haskell, the overseer, should
discover me, I should be again carried back to Major Freeland; so I
kept in the woods. One day while in the woods, I heard the barking and
howling of dogs, and in a short time they came so near that I knew them
to be the bloodhounds of Major Benjamin O’Fallon. He kept five or six,
to hunt runaway slaves with.
As soon as I was convinced that it was them, I knew there was no chance
of escape. I took refuge in the top of a tree, and the hounds were soon
at its base, and there remained until the hunters came up in a half or
three quarters of an hour afterwards.
There were two men with the dogs, who, as soon as they came up, ordered
me to descend. I came down, was tied, and taken to St. Louis jail. Major
Freeland soon made his appearance, and took me out, and ordered me to
follow him, which I did. After we returned home, I was tied up in the
smoke-house, and was very severely whipped. After the major had flogged
me to his satisfaction, he sent out his son Robert, a young man eighteen
or twenty years of age, to see that I was well smoked. He made a fire of
tobacco stems, which soon set me to coughing and sneezing. This, Robert
told me, was the way his father used to do to his slaves in Virginia.
After giving me what they conceived to be a decent smoking, I was untied
and again set to work.
Robert Freeland was a “chip of the old block.” Though quite young, it
was not unfrequently that he came home in a state of intoxication. He
is now, I believe, a popular commander of a steamboat on the Mississippi
river. Major Freeland soon after failed in business, and I was put on
board the steamboat Missouri, which plied between St. Louis and Galena.
The commander of the boat was William B. Culver. I remained on her
during the sailing season, which was the most pleasant time for me that
I had ever experienced. At the close of navigation I was hired to Mr.
John Colburn, keeper of the Missouri Hotel. He was from one of the free
states; but a more inveterate hater of the negro I do not believe ever
walked God’s green earth. This hotel was at that time one of the largest
in the city, and there were employed in it twenty or thirty servants,
mostly slaves.
Mr. Colburn was very abusive, not only to the servants, but to his
wife also, who was an excellent woman, and one from whom I never knew
a servant to receive a harsh word; but never did I know a kind one to a
servant from her husband. Among the slaves employed in the hotel was one
by the name of Aaron, who belonged to Mr. John F. Darby, a lawyer. Aaron
was the knife-cleaner. One day, one of the knives was put on the table,
not as clean as it might have been. Mr. Colburn, for this offence, tied
Aaron up in the wood-house, and gave him over fifty lashes on the bare
back with a cow-hide, after which, he made me wash him down with rum.
This seemed to put him into more agony than the whipping. After being
untied he went home to his master, and complained of the treatment which
he had received. Mr. Darby would give no heed to anything he had to say,
but sent him directly back. Colburn, learning that he had been to his
master with complaints, tied him up again, and gave him a more severe
whipping than before. The poor fellow’s back was literally cut to
pieces; so much so, that he was not able to work for ten or twelve days.
There was, also, among the servants, a girl whose master resided in the
country. Her name, was Patsey. Mr. Colburn tied her up one evening, and
whipped her until several of the boarders came out and begged him to
desist. The reason for whipping her was this. She was engaged to be
married to a man belonging to Major William Christy, who resided four
or five miles north of the city. Mr. Colburn had forbid her to see John
Christy. The reason of this was said to be the regard which he himself
had for Patsey. She went to meeting that evening, and John returned home
with her. Mr. Colburn had intended to flog John, if he came within the
inclosure; but John knew too well the temper of his rival, and kept at
a safe distance:--so he took vengeance on the poor girl. If all the
slave-drivers had been called together, I do not think a more cruel
man than John Colburn--and he too a northern man--could have been found
among them.
While living at the Missouri hotel, a circumstance occurred which caused
me great unhappiness. My master sold my mother, and all her children,
except myself. They were sold to different persons in the city of St.
Louis.
I turned to my bed, and found no consolation but in my tears. Experience
has taught me that nothing can be more heart-rending than for one to see
a dear and beloved mother or sister tortured, and to hear their cries,
and not be able to render them assistance. But such is the position
which an American slave occupies.