The Narrative of William W. Brown, a Fugitive Slave by William Wells Brown
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suffered so much for me, would be proving recreant to the duty which I
owed to her. Besides this, I had three brothers and a sister there,--two of my brothers having died. My mother, my brothers Joseph and Millford, and my sister Elizabeth, belonged to Mr. Isaac Mansfield, formerly from one of the Free States, (Massachusetts, I believe.) He was a tinner by trade, and carried on a large manufacturing establishment. Of all my relatives, mother was first, and sister next. One evening, while visiting them, I made some allusion to a proposed journey to Canada, and sister took her seat by my side, and taking my hand in hers, said, with tears in her eyes,-- "Brother, you are not going to leave mother and your dear sister here without a friend, are you?" I looked into her face, as the tears coursed swiftly down her cheeks, and bursting into tears myself, said-- "No, I will never desert you and mother." She clasped my hand in hers, and said-- "Brother, you have often declared that you would not end your days in slavery. I see no possible way in which you can escape with us; and now, brother, you are on a steamboat where there is some chance for you to escape to a land of liberty. I beseech you not to let us hinder you. If we cannot get our liberty, we do not wish to be the means of keeping you from a land of freedom." I could restrain my feelings no longer, and an outburst of my own |
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