CHAPTER II.

Apprenticed to the shoe-making--Learns housework--Intemperance--"A negro

can't be trusted"--Learning how to write and cipher.

In December, 1818, for the first time in my life, I left my parents, to

go a distance from home; and I was sad at the thought of parting with

those whom I loved and reverenced more than any persons on earth. But

the expectation of seeing Fredericksburg, a place which, from all I had

then learned, I supposed must be the greatest place in the world,

reconciled me somewhat with the necessity of saying Good-bye to the dear

ones at home. I arrived at Fredericksburg, after a day and a half's

travel, in a wagon--a distance of some fifty miles. Having arrived in

town, a boy green from the country, I was astonished and delighted at

what appeared to me the splendor and beauty of the place. I spent a

merry Christmas at my old master's stately mansion, along with my older

brother, and for a while forgot the home on the farm.

But soon, another home was selected for me, where I might learn a

trade, and as I preferred the boot and shoe-making, I was put to Mr.

Thomas Wright, a man of sterling integrity, who was considered the best

workman in the whole town. Here I had an older brother living, which was

some inducement for my going to live with Mr. Wright. I was bound, to

serve until I should be twenty-one years old. This was in January, 1819.

Upon entering with Mr. Wright, I learned that the colored boys had to

serve one year with Mrs. Wright, in the house and kitchen. The object of

this was to train them for future usefulness, when called from the shop,

to serve as waiters or cooks. Mrs. Wright was a good manager, and a very

particular housekeeper. I used to think she was too particular. But I

have learned better since. I have often wished, when I have been seeking

homes for my children, that I could find one like Mrs. Wright. She would

spare no pains to teach her servants how she wanted her work done; and

then she would spare no pains to make them do it. I have often looked

back, with feelings of gratitude and veneration, to that pious lady, for

her untiring perseverance in training me up in the way I should go. But

she is gone, as I trust, to receive the reward of righteousness, in a

better world.

After I had been under Mrs. Wright's special charge the first year, she

could leave me to cook a dinner, or clean the house, or do anything she

might set me at, without her being present. I was now considered fit to

take my seat among the hands in the shop.

Here I found quite a new state of things. The shoemakers, at that time,

in Fredericksburg, were considered the most intemperate of any class of

men in the place; and as the apprentice-boys had always to be very

obliging to the journeymen, in order to get along pleasantly with them,

it was my duty to be runner for the shop; and I was soon trained how to

bring liquor among the men with such secresy as to prevent the boss, who

had forbidden it to come on the premises, from knowing it.

But, in those days, the drinking of ardent spirits was a common

practice, even among christians. With such examples all around, I soon

learned the habit of drinking, along with every other vile habit to

which my companions were addicted. It was true in my case, that "evil

communications corrupt good manners;" and had it not been for the

strictness with which my boss and his amiable lady watched over me, I

should in all probability have become a confirmed drunkard, before my

time was out. But they held the reins over me, and kept me in, until I

had served out my apprenticeship.

I can say, however, that, much as I was inclined to other vices and

sins, Mr. Wright readily gave me a recommendation for honesty,

truthfulness, and goodness of character. In fact, he had felt such

confidence in me, that he would often leave his shoe store in my care,

when he would have to go to the north, for a supply of stock. And I can

truly say, that I never deceived him, when he thus trusted me. Nothing

would mortify me as much, as to hear it said, "A negro can't be

trusted." This saying would always nerve me with a determination _to be

trustworthy_.--If I was trusted, I would deserve to be trusted. I wanted

to show that principle was not confined to color. But I have been led to

look at it since, and have thought that perhaps it was more pride than

principle in me, at that time, for I was a wicked sinner.

The first idea I ever got of writing, was from trying to imitate my

employer, who used to write the names of his customers on the lining of

the boots and shoes, as he gave them out to be made. So I tried to make

letters, and soon succeeded in writing my name, and then the word

Fredericksburg, and so on. My father had previously taught me the

alphabet, in the spelling book, before I had left the mill. After I

became religious, I would carry my father's New Testament to church, and

always try to get to meeting in time to hear the preacher read a chapter

before sermon. If he named the chapter before reading it, I would soon

find it. In this way, I gathered much information in pronouncing many

hard words in the Scriptures.

It was a long time before I learned the meaning of the numeral letters

put in the Bible over the chapters. I had often seen them in the

spelling book running alongside a column of figures; but no one ever

told me that they were put there for the same use as the figures.

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