Category Archives: Slave Narratives

“One woman name Rhodie runs off for long spell. De hounds won’t hunt her. She steals hot light bread when dey puts it in de window to cool, and lives on dat. She told my mammy how to keep de … Continue reading →

“Some Sundays we went to church some place. We allus liked to go any place. A white preacher allus told us to ‘bey our masters and work hard and sing and when we die we go to Heaven. Marse Tom … Continue reading →

“The white chillun tries teach me to read and write but I didn’ larn much, ’cause I allus workin’. Mother was workin’ in the house, and she cooked too. She say she used to hide in the chimney corner and … Continue reading →

“Allotments [the renting out of slaves] made a lot of grief for the slaves,” Aunt Sally asserted. “We left my papa in Kentucky, ’cause he was allotted to another man. My papa never knew where my mama went, an’ my … Continue reading →

“In most of us colored folks was the great desire to [be] able to read and write. We took advantage of every opportunity to educate ourselves. The greater part of the plantation owners were very harsh if we were caught … Continue reading →