The entrance to the hell of slavery through which I was about to pass was a blood-stained gate. It was all new to me. I had seen nothing like it before. I was doomed to be a witness and participant. They seemed to take pleasure in manifesting their fiendish barbarity, enjoying the luxury of whipping the servants when they pleased. When they spoke, a slave must stand, listen, and tremble; and such was literally the case.. To kill a slave in Maryland was not treated as a crime.They used to boast of the commission of the awful and bloody deed.
Going to live at Baltimore laid the foundation, opened the gateway, to all my subsequent prosperity. My days before my departure were spent preparing; they were the happiest days I ever enjoyed. Living in Baltimore I saw what I had never seen before. I first met my mistress at the door,- a woman with the kindest heart; a white face beaming with the most kindly emotion. I I worked for the first time with hope of reward. As I learned to read and I began to understand the pathway from slavery to freedom. I owe just as much to the bitter oppression of my master, as to the kindly aid of my mistress. As I succeeded in learning to read and write slavery began to bear a heavy burden on my heart. I suffered more than most of my fellow slaves, for i had begin to know what they knew nothing of.
How i escaped death, I do not know.