Communicated to a Friend on the way from Charleston to Savannah by a
Fellow-Passenger.
A slave belonging to his grandmother was carried off when a boy by the
British, in the time of the revolutionary war, to Nova Scotia, where he
lived several years; but he did not forget his old home and friends,
and he returned to his mistress, giving himself up as a slave. But she,
not having employment for him, talked of selling him. He told her if
she did, he was determined to destroy himself, for that it was nothing
but his attachment to the family that brought him back. He was then
suffered to work out, paying a certain part of his wages to his owner.
The family soon after became embarrassed; and one of the grandsons was
sent to the West Indies to a relation. Just as he was embarking, the
faithful black put into his hand a purse containing all his little
earnings, and insisted upon his young master's taking it, saying he had
no use for the money himself, and his master might want it in a strange
country, away from his friends. The slave, still living in Charleston,
was suffered to work for himself. He has had repeated offers of his
liberty, but he prefers living in the family that brought him up.