The Narrative of Bethany Veney A Slave Woman Contributed for use in the USGenWeb Project and VAGenWEb Project Archives by Teresa Kelley July 1997 USGENWEB NOTICE: In keeping with our policy of providing free information on the Internet, data may be freely used by non-commercial entities, as long as this message remains on all copied material. These electronic pages cannot be reproduced in any format for profit or for other commercial presentation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- This publication was transcribed from a photocopy of the original located in the Page County Public Library, Luray, VA. The publication contains a picture of Bethany. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (The title page) The Narrative of Bethany Veney A Slave Woman With Introduction by Rev. Bishop MALLALIEU and Commendatory Notices from Rev. V.A. COOPER, Superintendent of Home for Little Wanderers, Boston, Mass., and Rev. Erastus Spaulding, Millbury, Mass. Worcester, Mass. 1889 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Table of Contents Introductory Letter from Bishop Mallalieu Preface Chapter I - Childhood -- First Lessons in Morality -- First Lesson the Art of Entertaining Chapter II - Bereavement -- Change of Master and Home -- Unjust Demands -- Punishment Escaped Chapter III - Religious Experiences Chapter IV - Courtship and Marriage - A Slave Holders Idea of Its Requirements - Separation Chapter V - Meeting - A Last Interview - Separation Chapter VI - Motherhood - Change of Masters - Sad Experience - Taken to Richmond - Aution Block - Return Chapter VII - Return - Improved Condition - Comfortable Home Chapter VIII - Another Change - New Hopes and Old Fears - Vicissitudes Possible in Slave Live - Freedom Attained Chapter IX - New Experiences - Home in the North Chapter X - Affliction - Removal to Worcester - Return South - Meeting of Old Friends - The Northern Life - Old Masters in the North - Householder Letter from Rev. V. A. Cooper ------------------------------------------------------------------------- INTRODUCTORY LETTER FROM BISHOP MALLALIEU There have been many histories written, but they do not tell a thousandth part of what has been done in the ages past. The unwritten histories would fill the world. It is so with biographies, many have been written, but unnumbered millions have found no record outside of throbbing hearts. If we could know perfectly the inner life of almost any person, if we could only know the hopes and fears and loves and heartaches; if we could only know the conflicts, the defeats, the victories of the soul, we should see that the humblest and most uneventful life is more thrillingly wonderful than any romance that was ever written. All this is emphatically true of thousands upon thousands born and reared in slavery. It was the lot of the subject of this brief biography to have been born in the same State as Washington, the savior of his country, as Jefferson, the author of freedom, and yet she was born a slave. She was born in a land of Bibles and sanctuaries and Sabbaths, and yet she was born a slave. Let all the people everywhere in all our borders thank God that the shame and sin and curse of slavery have been done away with. Betty Veney may have been born a slave, but the pure soul that looked out of her dashing eyes was never in bondage to any miserable being calling himself her master. Redeemed from the galling yoke her body was compelled for years to wear, she has lived a pure and spotless life. Though poor and unknown among men, the angels of God have camped around her for these many years, and she has been able, by the abounding grace of God, to walk the rough and dusty paths of a toilsome life with garments spotless and wrinkleless. The day is coming when slave holders and their descendants will no more think of boasting of the fact, or even mentioning it, than the grandchildren of the slave--stealers and pirates of Newport, and other Northern seaports now think of priding themselves on the unspeakable villainy of their ancestors. In the mean time, the biographies of saintly, enduring spirits like that of Betty Veney will be read, and will serve to inspire the discouraged and down-trodden to put their trust in the almighty arm of Jehovah, who alone works deliverance and salvation to all those who put their trust in him. W.F. Mallalieu New Orleans, La; Jan. 30, 1889 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- PREFACE This little book, now offered to the many kind friends of Bethany Veney, contains the simple story of one of the five million human beings who, less than thirty years ago, were bought and sold like beast of burden, in fifteen out of thirty-two States of our American Republic. Already, this fact in our national history is largely overlooked, and to the generation now coming upon the stage of action is almost unknown. Compared with the lives of many of her class, Betty's life was uneventful. Yet in it was much of tragic adventure and tender pathos. Her endurance under hardship, her fidelity to trust, and her religious faith, commend her as a fit subject, not only to impress the lessons of slavery in the past, but to inspire and deepen a sense of responsibility toward the wronged and persecuted race which she represents. Beyond these consideration is this: her days have already far outrun the allotted threescore years and ten, and her natural strength is much abated. If sold, these pages may hold to render her declining years easier and freer from care. It is greatly to be regretted that the language and personal characteristics of Bethany cannot be transcribed. The little particulars that give coloring and point, tone and expression, are largely lost. Only the outline can be given. As it is, possessing only the merit of a "plain, unvarnished tale" it asks for generous consideration and extended sale. M. W. G. East Greenwich, R.I., 1889 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER I CHILDHOOD -- FIRST LESSONS IN MORALITY -- FIRST LESSON IN THE ART OF ENTERTAINING I have but little recollection of my very early life. My mother and her five children were owned by one James FLETCHER, Pass Run, town of Luray, Page County, Virginia. Of my father I know nothing. The first thing I remember with any distinctness was when, about seven years old, I was, with other children, knocking apples from a tree, when we were surprised by my young mistress, Miss Nasenath FLETCHER, calling to us in a loud and threatening tone, demanding what we were doing. Without waiting for a reply, she told us to follow her, and as she led the way down to a blackberry pasture not far off, she endeavored, in a very solemn manner, to impress us with the importance of always telling the truth. "If asked a question," she said, "we must answer directly, yes or no." I asked her "what we must say if asked something which we did not know." She answered, "Why, you must say you don't know, of course." I said, "I shall say, Maybe 'tis, and maybe 'tain't." I remember well how the children laughed at this, and then Miss Nasenath went on to tell us that some time all this world that we saw would be burned up, that the moon would be turned into blood, the stars would fall out of the sky, and everything would melt away with a great heat, and of fire and brimstone, and would burn there for ever and ever, and, what was more, though they would burn for ever and ever, they would never be burned up. I was dreadfully frightened, and as soon as I could get away, I ran to my mammy, and, repeating what my mistress had said, begged to know if it could be true. To my great sorrow, she confirmed it all, but added what Miss Nasenath had failed to tell, namely, that those who told the truth and were good would always have everything they should want. It seemed to me then there was nothing so good as molasses and sugar, and eagerly asked, "Shall I have all the molasses and sugar I want, if I tell the truth?" "Yes," she replied, "if you are good, but remember, if you tell lies, you will be burned in the lake that burns for ever and ever." This made a very strong impression upon me. I can never forget my mammy's manner at the time. I believed every word she said, and from that day to this I have never doubted its truth. Though my conception of what constituted the truth was very dim, my fear of what should befall me if I were to tell a lie, was very great. Still, I was only a child, and could not, long at a time, be very unhappy. My old master, who at times was inclined to be jolly, had a way of entertaining his friends by singing and dancing. Supper over, he would call me into his room and giving me to understand what he wanted of me, I would, with all manner of grotesque grimaces, gestures, and position, dance and sing "Where are you going Jim? Where are you going Sam? To get a proper larning, To jump Jim Crow." Or, "David the king was grievit and worrit, He went to his chamber; His chamber and weppit; And, as he went, he weppit and said, 'O my son, 'O my son! Would to God I had died For thee, O Absalom, My son, my son." --- and many other similar songs, of the meaning of which I had of course no idea, and I have since thought neither he nor his friends could have had any more idea than I. End of Chapter I ----------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER II BEREAVEMENT -- CHANGE OF MASTER AND HOME -- UNJUST DEMANDS -- PUNISHMENT ESCAPED The next thing I recall as being of any particular importance to me was the death of my mother, and soon after that of Master FLETCHER. I must have been about nine years old at the time. Master's children consisted of five daughters and two sons. As usual in such cases, an inventory was taken of his property, all of which nearly was in slaves, and being apportioned in shares, lots drawn and as might chance, we fell to our several masters and mistresses. My sister Matilda and myself were drawn by the eldest daughter, Miss Lucy. My grandmother had begged hard to be reckoned with me, but she and Uncle Peter fell to Miss Nasenath; but as after a time she married David KIBLER, and Miss Lucy went to live with them, taking her human property with her, to wait on her and also work for Mr. KIBLER, we were brought together again. In the mean time I was put out with an old woman, who gave me my food and clothes for whatever work I could do for her. She was kind to me, as I then counted kindness, never whipping me or starving me, but it was not what a free born, white child would have found comforting or needful. Going into the family of David KIBLER as I did with my mistress, I was really under his direction and subject to his control, almost as much as if he and not Miss Lucy had owned me. Master KIBLER was a Dutchman, a man of most violent temper, ready to fight anything or anybody who resisted his authority or in any was crossed his path. His one redeeming quality was his love for his horses and dogs. These must be fed before his servants, and their comfort and health always considered. He was a blacksmith by trade, and would have me hold his irons while he worked them. I was awkward one day, and he struck me with a nail-rod making me so lame my mistress noticed it and asked Matilda what was the matter with me, and when she was told she was greatly troubled, and I suppose spoke to Mr. KIBLER about it for he called me to him and bade me go a long way off into a field, and as he said, cut some sprouts there. But he very soon followed me, and cutting a rod, beat me severely and then told me to "go again and tell my mistress he had hit me with a nail-rod if I wanted to." Poor Miss Lucy! She was kind and tender hearted. She often said she hated slavery and wanted nothing to do with it, but she could see no way out of it. It will give a clearer idea of the kind of man KIBLER was, and the way I grew to manage him, if I tell here a circumstance that happened after I had grown much older and stronger. I had been in the field a good ways from the house helping him to haul logs. Our work was done, and he had mounted the team to go home, and the bars were let down for him to pass out of the field, when a drove of hogs ran in to get at the clover that was growing in a part of the field. He called to me to drive out the hogs. I clapped my hands together and shouted, "Shoo! shoo!" This frightened the horses and KIBLER was unable to control them, and rushing through the gateway the team hit the side post, tearing it up from its place. Of course, all this made him very angry; and of course, I was to blame for it all. As soon as he could hold the horses he turned and shouted to me to drive out the hogs, set the post into the ground, and get back to the house by the time he did or he would whip me so I would remember it. A big boy who had been hauling logs with us now helped me drive out the hogs and plant the post. We hurried with all our might and then tried to run home, but by the time we got out of the woods we saw master so far ahead of us I knew it was no use to try, and I said I would risk the whipping and not run any longer. So, when we came up to the house master was sitting in his chair by the window, and as I passed into the room near him, he handed me his jack-knife, and said, "Now, girl, go cut me a good hickory, a good one, mind you; for if I have to cut it myself, I'll get a hard one, you may be sure." I took the knife, passed through the kitchen to the back door. Beside the door was a little shelf where the pails of water filled from the spring were standing. I laid the knife on the shelf, and passed out the door, and ran for the woods and the mountain. By the time I reached the woods it had begun to rain, and poured fearfully all the night. I crowded my head under the alder bushes, while my shoulders and body were dripping wet. All night I crouched in this way and when morning came I was afraid to show myself, and all day I kept concealed by the trees and bushes as best I could. As night came on I was very hungry, having eaten nothing for more than thirty six hours, and so I decided to go down the mountain where old KIBLER, my master's father, lived. I knew that he would give me something to satisfy my hunger. As I drew nigh onto the house, the dogs barked, and I was afraid to encounter them, and so laid out on the side of the hill. In the morning, it was Sunday, I ventured near the house and the old man seeing me, came out and gave me "How-Dye-Do" and asked how the home folks were. I told him I had not seen them since Friday, and added the reason for my running away, which he listened to, and then he said "Well, what are you going to do about it?" I said, "Won't you, Masser KIBLER, go home with me and tell Masser David he mustn't whip me?" I don't know how I dared to say this, for to his own slaves he was a hard, ugly man, but he gave me something to eat, then went home with me and after repeating my story to Master David, asked him it if was true, and added "Then you have no right to whip her." And that was the end of it. I must go back here to my Mistress and her wish not to hold slaves. A gentleman from Ohio was visiting in the neighborhood and Miss Lucy, knowing he was from a free State, asked him if he would not take me North with him. He very readily consented promising to do all he could for me, but when Master David and the others heard about it they said it was a foolish thing to do, for this man would very likely sell me before he left the South, and put the money into his own pocket, and I should find myself worse off than ever. It was true that many Northern men came South very bitter in their opposition to slavery, and after a little while became the hardest and most cruel slave holders. I have sometimes tried to picture what my life might have been like could I have been set free at that age, and I have imagined myself with a young girl's ambition, working hard and carefully saving my earnings then getting a little home with a garden where I could plant the kind of things I had known in the South, then bringing my sisters and brothers to share with me these blessings of freedom. But I had yet to know far deeper sorrows before I could have any of this glad experience. Miss Lucy now told me, if I would be contented and stay quietly where I was, and not be married, she would, when her nephew Noe came to be of age, give me my freedom. Instead of this, however, I was told soon after that she had made her will, bequeathing me already to this nephew. I was never sure this was true. Her kindness to me and my love for her made it always seem impossible. END OF CHAPTER II -------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER III RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCES I come now to a phase in my experience which aroused the impressions made upon me so long before in the blackberry pasture. At Powell's Fort, not far from where I now lived, was the Mount Asa School House, where the different religious denominations held their meetings. My master's brother, Jerry KIBLER, and his sister, Sally had been to a camp meeting, and got "religion." They came home determined their religion should help others and through their influence, this little schoolhouse had been fitted up with pulpit and seats, and now there was to be a series of revival meetings held there. I had never been to any kind of a meeting since I was a little girl, and then my mistress had sometimes taken me along for company. At this time, Miss Ellen MILLS was spinning wool at Mr. Jonathan GRANDSTAFF's, and one night as it was growing dusk, she came down to master's to see if some of the family would go to meeting with her. No one cared to go, and Miss Lucy turned to me and said, "There is Betty. Take Betty. She will be company for you." So I went. The minister was preaching when we entered and I have no recollection of anything he said in his sermon, but when he took his seat, he sang the hymn, "Then let this feeble body fail, Or let it faint or die, My soul shall quit this mournful vale. And soar to worlds on high, Shall join those distant saints, And find its long-sought rest." It was a hymn of many verses, I afterwards got an old woman to teach them to me, and there was such tenderness in his voice and such solemnity in his manner that I was greatly affected. When the singing was over, he moved about the congregation, and coming close to me, he said, "Girl don't you want religion? Don't you want to be happy when you die" Then he asked me to promise him that when I got home I would go upon my knees and ask God to give me the witness that I was his. I made him no answer, but as soon as I reached home and was alone, I knelt down and in my praying and trying to do as I thought my Heavenly Master has required of me, and I think I have had the witness of the Spirit. So, night after night, I went to the little school-house and had many precious lessons. Master Jerry and Miss Sally were very kind to me and tried to show me the way to be a Christian. But there came a time when Master David said he was not going to have me running to meeting all the time any longer. He had decided to send me up to old man LEVERS, two miles away, there to stay until I should get over my "religious fever" as he called it. Accordingly, I went as directed but when it came night I asked if I might go down to Mount Asa school-house for meeting. The old man said, "Yes, you can go and as it is so far away, you need not come back till morning. But go home, and stay wit the children, as you always do, and have the care of them." I couldn't understand it but I went, and when in the morning, Master KIBLER saw me he scolded, and sent me off to LEVERS again. Every night, old Mr. LEVERS would tell me I could go, and I did, till in the middle of the meeting one night Master KIBLER came up to me and taking me by the arm, carried me out, scolding and fuming, declaring the old WEBSTER, the minister, was a liar and that for himself he didn't want such a "Whooping and Hollering Religion" and if that was the way to heaven, he didn't "want to go there." After this, my conscience troubled me very much about going. Mr. LEVERS would tell me to go, but I knew that Master David had forbidden me to do so. One night, I started out, and as I came to a persimmon tree, I felt moved to do down on my knees and ask the Lord to help me and make Master David willing. In a few minutes I felt very happy. I wanted to remain on my knees and wished I could walk on them till I could come before Master David. I tried to do so and was almost surprised to find I could get along so well. At last I reached the piazza, and was able to enter the room where I saw him sitting and as I did so I said, "O Master, may I go to meeting?" He saw my position and as if "rent by the spirit" he cried out: "Well, I'll go to the devil if you ain't my match! Yes, go to meeting and stay there." After this I had no trouble from this cause. When I was to be taken into the church, I asked if he was willing, and he said, "I don't care. If that's your way of getting to Heaven, I don't care. I only wish you were all there." So I was baptized and have been trying, in my poor way, ever since to serve the Lord. END OF CHAPTER III -------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER IV COURTSHIP AND MARRIAGE - A SLAVE HOLDERS IDEA OF ITS REQUIREMENTS - SEPARATION Year after year rolled on. Master Jonas MANNYFIELD lived seven miles from us, on the other side of the Blue Ridge, and he owned a likely young fellow called Jerry. We had always known each other and now he wanted to marry me. Our masters were both willing, and there was nothing to hinder, except that there was no minister about there to marry us. "No matter for that," KIBLER said to Jerry. "If you want Betty and she wants you, that's the whole of it." But I didn't think so. I said, "No, never, until somebody comes along who can marry us." So it happened one day, there was a colored man, a peddler, with his cart on the road and Jerry brought him in and said he was ready to be minister for us. He asked us a few questions, which we answered in a satisfactory manner and he declared us husband and wife. I did not want him to make us promise that we would always be true to each other, forsaking all others as the white people do in their marriage service, because I knew that at any time our masters could compel us to break such a promise. I had never forgotten the lesson learned so many years before in the blackberry pasture. So Jerry and I were happy as, under all the circumstances we could well be. When he asked his master's consent to our marriage he told him he had thought of removing to Missouri, in which case he would take Jerry with him, and we would have to be separated, but if he chose to run the risk, he had nothing to say. Jerry did not think there was any danger of his master going to Missouri, so we were not dissuaded, for hearts that love are much the same in bondage or free, in white or black. Eight or ten months passed on, when one night my brother Stephen, who lived on the Blue Ridge, near Master MANNYFIELD, came to see me and as we talked of many things he spoke of Jerry in a way that instantly roused my suspicion. I said, "Tell me what is the matter. I know there is something. Is Jerry dead? Is he sold? Tell me what it is." I saw he dreaded to speak and that frightened me all the more. At last he said, "Tis no use, Betty. You have got to know it. Old Look-a-here's people are all in jail for his being in debt." 'Old Look-a-here' was the nickname by which MANNYFIELD was known by the colored people far and near because he had a way of speaking when he was about to whip one of his slaves, "Now, look- a-hear, you black rascal" or "you black wench." The next day was Saturday and I hurried to complete my task in the corn field and then asked my master if I could go to see Jerry. He objected at first, but at last gave me a pass to see my brother, and be gone until Monday morning. The sun might have been two hours high when I started out, but before I was half over the mountain night had closed around me its deepest gloom. The vivid flashes of lightening made the carriage path plain at times and them at other times I could not see a step before me, and the rolling thunder added to my fear and dread. I was dripping wet when about nine o'clock I reached the house. It had been my plan to get Stephen to go with me to Jerry's mother's house and stay the night there. But Stephen's Mistress, who was a sister to my Miss Lucy, declared we must not go on in the storm, and giving me supper, brought bedding so that I might lie on the kitchen floor and rest myself there. In the morning, after a good breakfast, she started us off, and gave us a bag of biscuits to eat along the way. Jerry's mother was glad to go with us, and we hurried along to see Jerry in jail at Little Washington, where he and his fellow slaves were confined, like sheep or oxen shut up in stalls, to be sold to pay their owner's debts. Jerry saw us as we came along the road, through the prison bars. The jailer allowed us to talk together there, not however, without a witness to all we might say. We had committed no offense against God or man. Jerry had not, and yet like base criminals we were denied even the consolation of privacy. This was a necessary part of the system of American slavery. Neither wife nor mother could intervene to soften its rigors one jot. Several months passed and Mr. MANNYFIELD was still unable to redeem his property, and they were at last put up at auction and sold to the highest bidder. Frank WHITE, a slave trader, bought the entire lot and proceeded at once to make up a gang for the Southern market. Arrangements were made to start Friday morning, and on Thursday afternoon, chained together, the gang were taken across the stream and encamped on its banks. WHITE then went to Jerry, and taking the handcuffs from his wrists, told him to go and stay the night with his wife, and see if he could persuade her to go with him. If he could, he would buy her and they need not be separated. He would pass that way in the morning and see. Of course, Jerry was only too glad to come, and at first I thought I would go with him. Then came the consciousness that this inducement was only a sham, and that once exposed for sale in a Southern market, the bidder with the largest sum of money would be our purchaser singly quite as surly as together, and if separated what would I do in a strange land? No, I would not go. It was far better for me to stay where, for miles and miles, I knew everyone and everyone knew me. Then came the wish to secret ourselves together in the mountains, or elsewhere, till WHITE should be gone. But, to do this, detection was assured. Then we remembered that WHITE had trusted us in letting Jerry come to me and we felt ashamed for a moment as if we had tried to cheat, but what right had WHITE to carry him away or even to own him at all. Our poor, ignorant reasoning found it hard to understand his rights or our own, and we at last decided that as soon as it was light Jerry should take to the mountains, and when WHITE was surely gone, either I would join him there and we would make for the North together, or he would come back and go to WHITE's mother who lived a few miles distant, and tell her he would work for her and obey her, but he would never go South to be worked to death in the rice swamps or cotton fields. We talked late into the night and at last, in the silence and dread, worn out with sorrow and fear, my head on his shoulder, we both dropped asleep. Daylight was upon us when we waked. The sad consciousness of our condition and our utter helplessness over powered us. I opened the door, and there was my mistress, with pail in hand, going to the spring for water. "Oh, what shall I do? Where shall I go?" cried Jerry as he saw her. "Have no fear," I said. "Go right along. I know mistress will never betray you." And, with a bound, he was over the fence, into the fields, and off to the mountains. In a very short time, WHITE and his poor, doomed company came along, and called for Jerry. I had taken my pail to milk the cows, and seeing me, WHITE sung out, "Woman, where is Jerry, I say?" "I don't know where Jerry is" I answered. Then, turning to KIBLER, who upon hearing the outcry, now came out, he said "you told me that woman wouldn't lie, and you know well enough she is lying now when she says she don't know where that ----- rascal is." KIBLER answered very slowly and thoughtfully, "I never knowed her to lie, but may be this time, may be this time." WHITE then turned to me and said, "I took off his handcuffs and let him go to you, and you had no business to serve me so." It was true I did not know where Jerry was at that time. We had agreed that we would meet that night near the blacksmith's old shop on the other side of the run, and that was all I knew of his whereabouts, though he had not been gone long enough to be far away. It was true he had trusted us, and I felt very badly, but what else could we have done? Kind reader, what think you? I then told him that Jerry had said he was willing to work and would go to his mother's and serve her, but never, if he could help it, would he be carried South. Then WHITE tried to bargain with KIBLER for my purchase, saying he would give any price he should name for me, because he knew I would then find Jerry. But it was no use. KIBLER had a kind spot in his heart and would not consent to let me go. So the slave trader moved on with his human chattel. Five miles on down the road lived David McCOY, another slave trader. When WHITE reached his house, it was agreed by them that if McCOY could find Jerry within two days, he should bring him on and they would meet at Staunton, Virginia. END OF CHAPTER IV -------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER V MEETINGS - A LAST INTERVIEW - SEPARATION The place where I was to meet Jerry was, as I have said, across the run, in a cornfield, near the blacksmith's shop, the time Friday night. It had rained hard all day, and the stream was swollen, and pouring and rushing at a fearful rate. I waited till everybody was in bed and asleep, when I lighted my pine knot, and started for the Pass. It was still raining, and the night was very dark. Only by my torch could I see a step before me; and, when I attempted to wade in, as I did in many different places, I found it was no use. I should surely be drowned if I persisted. So, disappointed and grieved, I gave up and went home. The next morning I was able to get over on horseback to milk the cows, but I neither heard nor saw anything of Jerry. Saturday night came. I knew well that, if not caught by WHITE, Jerry would be round. At last, every one was in bed, and all was still. I waited and listened. I listened and waited. Then I heard his step at the door. I hurriedly opened it, and he came in. His clothes were still damp and stiff from the rain of yesterday. He was frightened and uneasy. He had been hiding around in different places, constantly fearing detection. He had seen me from behind the old blacksmith's shop when I had tried the night before, with my pine knot, to ford the stream; and he was glad, he said, when he saw me go back, for he knew I should be carried down by the current and be drowned, if I had persisted. I went to my mistress's bedroom, and asked her if I might go to the cellar. She knew at once what I meant, and whispered softly, "Betty, has Jerry come?" then, without waiting for reply, added, "get him some milk and light bread and butter." I was long in doing so; and the poor fellow ate like one famishing. Then he wanted to know all that had happened, and what WHITE had said when he found he was gone. We talked a long time, and tried to devise some plans for our mutual safety and possible escape from slavery altogether; but, every way we looked, the path was beset with danger and exposure. We were both utterly disheartened. But sleep came at last and, for the time being, relieved us of our fears. In the morning, which was Sunday, we had our breakfast together, and, as the hours passed, began to feel a little comforted. After dinner, we walked out to the field and strolled about for some time; and, when ready to go back to the house, we each took an armful of fodder along for the horses. As we laid it down and turned to go into the house, David McCOY rode up on horseback. He saw Jerry at once, and called him to come to the fence. The excitement of the last days--the fasting and the fear--had completely cowed and broken whatever of manhood, or even of brute courage, a slave might by any possibility be presumed at any time to be possessed of, and the last remains of these qualities in poor Jerry were gone. He mutely obeyed; and when, with an oath, McCOY commanded him to mount the horse behind him, he mutely seated himself there. McCOY then called to me to go to the house and bring Jerry's clothes. "Never," - I screamed back to him, - "never, not to save your miserable life." But Jerry said: "O Betty, 'tis no use. We can't help it." I knew this was so. I stifled my anger and my grief, brought his little bundle, into which I tucked a testament and catechism someone had given me, and shook hands "good-by" with him. So we parted forever, in this world. END OF CHAPTER V ------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER VI MOTHERHOOD - CHANGE OF MASTERS - SAD EXPERIENCE - TAKEN TO RICHMOND - AUCTION BLOCK - RETURN Several months passed, and I became a mother. My dear white lady, in your pleasant home made joyous by the tender love of husband and children all your own, you can never understand the slave mother's emotions as she clasps her newborn child, and knows that a master's word can at any moment take if from her embrace; and when, as was mine, that child is a girl, and from her own experience she sees its almost certain doom is to minister to the unbridled lust of the slave owner, and feels that the law holds over her no protecting arms, it is not strange that, rude and uncultured as I was, I felt all this, and would have been glad if we could have died together there and then. Master KIBLER was still hard and cruel, and I was in constant trouble. Miss Lucy was kind as ever, and it grieved her to see me unhappy. At last, she told me that perhaps, if I should have some other home and some other master, I should not be so wretched, and, if I chose, I might look about and see what I could do. I soon heard that John PRINCE, at Luray, was wanting to buy a woman. Miss Lucy told me, if it was agreeable to me, I might go to him and work for a fortnight, and if at the end of that time he wanted me, and I chose to stay, she would arrange terms with him; but, if I did not want to stay, not to believe anything that any one might tell me, but come back at once to her. At the end of the two weeks, Master John said he was going over to have a talk with Miss Lucy; and did I think, if he should conclude to buy me, that I should steal from him? I answered that, if I worked for him, I ought to expect him to give me enought to eat, and then I should have no need to steal. "You wouldn't want me to go over yonder, into the garden of another man, and steal his chickens, when I am working for you, would you, Master John? I expect, of course, you will give me enough to eat and to wear, and then I shall have no reason to steal from anybody." He seemed satisfied and pleased, and bargained with Miss Lucy, both for me and my little girl. Both master and Mrs. PRINCE were kind and pleasant to me, and my little Charlotte played with the little PRINCEs, and had a good time. I worked very hard, but I was strong and well, and willing to work; and for several years there was little to interrupt this state of things. At last, I can't say how long, I was told that John O'NEILE, the jailer, had bought me; and he soon took me to his home, which was in one part of the jail. He, however, was not the real purchaser. This was David McCOY, the same who had grabbed Jerry on that fatal morning; and he had bought me with the idea of taking me to Richmond, thinking he could make a speculation on me. I was well known in all the parts around as a faithful, hard-working woman, when well treated, but ugly and willful, if abused beyond a certain point. McCOY had bought me away from my child; and now, he thought, he could sell me, if carried to Richmond, at a good advantage. I did not think so; and I determined, if possible, to disappoint him. The night after being taken in charge by John O'NEILE, as soon as I was sure everybody was asleep, I got up and crawled out of the house, and went to my old Methodist friend, Jerry KIBBLER. I knew the way into his back door; and, though I presumed he would be asleep, I was sure he would willingly get up and hear what I had to say. I was not mistaken. He heard my voice inquiring for him, and in a very few minutes dressed himself, and came out, and in his pleasant, kind manner said: "Aunt Betty, what is the matter?  What can I do for you?" I told him McCoy had bought me, away from my child, and was going to send me to Richmond. I couldn't go there. Wouldn't he buy me? I saw he felt very badly; but what, he said, could he do with me? He didn't believe in buying slaves,--and finally, he hadn't "money enough to do it." I begged so hard that he said he would see what he could do, and I went back to the jail. Mrs. O'NEILE had discovered my absence, and was on the watch for me. The next day, she told me I was to start for Richmond the day after, and it was no use for me to make a fuss, so I might as well bring my mind to it first as last. The day was almost gone, and I had had no word from Mr. Jerry. As it was growing dark, I saw a colored man whom I knew, and I managed to make him see, through the jail windows, that I wanted to speak with him. I induced him to find Master jerry; but he came back with word from him thathe had seen both O'NEILE and McCOY, and could make no kind of an arrangement with them. He had not come to me, because he felt so sorry for me, and had waited, in the hope that some one else would tell me. So there seemed nothing else before me; and when, on the next morning, Mrs. O'NEILE told me to make myself ready for the journey, I tried to be submissive, and dressed myself in a new calico dress that Miss Lucy had given me long before. I had never in my life felt so sad and so completely forsaken. I though my heart was really breaking. Mr. O'NEILE called me; and, as I passed out of the door, I heard Jackoline, the jailer's daughter, singing in a loud, clear voice,-- "When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow; For I will be with thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand." I can never forget the impression these words and the music and the tones of Jackoline's voice made upon me. It seemed to me as if they all came directly out of heaven. It was my Saviour speaking directly to me. Was not I passing the deep waters? What rivers of woe could be sorer than these through which I was passing? Would not this righteous, omnipotent hand uphold me and help me? Yes, here was His word for it. I would trust it; and I was comforted. We mounted the stage, and were off for Charlotteville, where we stopped over night, and took the cars next morning for Richmond. Arrived in Richmond, we were again shut up in jail, all around which was a very high fence, so high that no communication with the outside world was possible. I say we, for there was a young slave girl whom McCOY had taken with me to the Richmond market. The next day, as the hour for the auction drew near, Jailer O'NEILE came to us, with a man, whom he told to take us along to the dressmaker and to charge her to "fix us up fine." This dressmaker was a most disagreeable woman, whose busines it was to array such poor creatures as we in the gaudiest and most striking attire conceivable, that, when placed upon the auction stand, we should attract the attention of all present, if not in one way, why, in another. She put a white muslin apron on me, and a large cape, with great pink bows on each shoulder, and a similar rig also on Eliza. Thus equipped, we were led through a crowd of rude men and boys to the place of sale, which was a large open space on a prominent square, under cover. I had been told by an old negro woman certain tricks that I could resort to, when placed upon the stand, that would be likely to hinder my sale; and when the doctor, who was emplyed to examine the slaves on such occasions, told me to let him see my tongue, he found it coated and feverish, and, turning from me with a shiver of disgust, said he was obliged to admit that at that moment I was in a very bilious condition. One after another of the crowd felt of my limbs, asked me all manner of questions, to which I replied in the ugliest manner I dared; and when the auctioneer raised his hammer, and cried, "How much do I hear for this woman?" the bids were so low I was ordered down from the stand, and Eliza was called up in my place. Poor thing! there was many eager bids for her; for, for such as she, the demands of slavery were insatiable. END OF CHAPTER VI ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER VII RETURN - IMPROVED CONDITION - COMFORTABLE HOME I was now taken back to Luray; and though McCOY was greatly disappointed at the result of his Richmond venture, he was wise enough to make the best of it. Mrs. McCOY took a fancy to keep me; and, as she had not work enough to employ all my time, I found I could earn in the neighborhood enough money to carry home a large interest on my cost. After a while, McCOY agreed that, if I should bring him one dollar and a half every Saturday night, he would be satisfied, and I could do what I pleased with myself. I washed blankets and bed-quilts, as well as weekly washings. I cleaned house, and worked in the fields, getting a job whenever I could find it and whatever it might be. I was near my child, where I could see her often; and I was comparatively happy. After a time, master took a job of work on the pike, designing to work it with free negroes, whom he could hire for a small sum, and board them. He took me out there to cook for them. It gratified me to know that he placed confidence enough in me to do this; and I did my best to deserve it. The negroes were a rude set, as might be expected; for at that time they were the one class despised by everybody. They were despised by the master- class, because they could not subject them to their will quite in the same way as if they were slaves, and despised by the slave- class, because envied as possessing a nominal freedom, which they were denied. Thus are contempt and envy closely allied. Sometimes, one or another of these men would be insulting to me, and impose upon me; but there was always one of their number who at such times would come to my rescue. He would often bring water from the spring for me, and in many kind ways caused me to regard him with a different feeling from any one I had met since I had lost my poor Jerry. This man was Frank Veney, afterwards my second husband. I remember telling Master McCOY that, with such a hungry set of fellows to feed, I couldn't see how he could make any money out of that job, so much bread and meat must cost so much. He laughed very heartily, and, as I could see, very approvingly, and said, "Oh, yes, Betty, I know it costs a heap; but I have reckoned that all up, and I know how it is coming out." It pleased him well to see that I thought of his interest; and I think he saw in it, too, that I might have some business tact myself. When the work on this pike was finished, my master took other similar jobs elsewhere, and I had many changes during three or four years. At last, we got back to Luray, and master agreed with me that I should pay him thirty dollars per year for my time, and whatever I earned above that should be my own. I rented of John PRINCE a little house at Dry Run, just at the foot of the mountain and with my little boy Joe, now about two years old, lived very contentedly. END OF CHAPTER VII ------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER VIII ANOTHER CHANGE - NEW HOPES AND OLD FEARS - VICISSITUDES POSSIBLE IN SLAVE LIFE - FREEDOM ATTAINED The spur of the Blue Ridge, against which my little house leaned, was called "Stony Man" and it was supposed to be full of copper. Some time ago, some Northern adventurers had set up an engine, in order to mine the copper and test its quality. But, for reasons which I had never understood, the project was abandoned and the men went home. They had built a small shanty on the ground, and I had lived with them to do their work. It had been a dreary experience to me, and I was thankful when it was over. It was not, therefore, a pleasant circumstance to me when Lorenze PRINCE called at my door, and told me he had come to see if I would go up Stony Man again, to keep house for two Northern gentlemen, who had just arrived in Luray, and were going to start up the old engine, and see what they could make of the copper. I answered him hastily that he needn't ask me, for I wouldn't go to that lonesome place again, for love or money. Lorenze thought I was very foolish, for he had seen them, and knew they were nice gentlemen; and, besides, they would pay me a dollar and a half a week, sure pay. I at last agreed he might tell them that I would be up there the next morning, and would get their dinner for them, and then I would decide about staying longer. My little home seemed pleasanter to me than ever that night, when I thought of leaving it. I was enjoying a good degree of freedom there. I could go out and come in as I pleased; and for a good distance about the country, with master McCOY's pass in my bosom, I was safe to a certain extent. It never once occurred to me that this change might lead up to the end I had so long desired; namely, a life where I should need no pass written by a human hand to insure my safety as I went from place to place, but where the stamp of my humanity, imprinted by the Infinite Father of all, should be an all-sufficient guarantee in every emergency. I have repeated to myself many times since, when I have thought over those times, "God moved in a mysterious way His wonders to perform." And it is with deep and loving gratitude I refer every blessing to him. Mr. G. J. ADAMS and Mr. J. BUTTERWORTH were the two gentlemen from Providence, R.I. The next morning, as I neared the engine- house, Mr. BUTTERWORTH saw me, and came forward to speak with me. His manner of speaking was gentle and kind. He told me to go to the house; and Mr. ADAMS, who was now at the village, would be back soon, and would arrange with me. It did not seem lonesome, as I had imagined; and I set myself to work at once, pulling up the weeds that had over grown everything and everywhere. It was not long before Mr. ADAMS came, and we were soon acquainted; and I felt contented and at home there. My boy was happy as was I. Several months passed, I do not remember how many, when it became necessary for both Mr. ADAMS and Mr. BUTTERWORTH to go home for a time; and they paid me in advance to remain where I was while they should be gone. At last they returned, and things went on as before until one night I was down at the village, in old Mr. AULMAN's store, and he asked me "how many niggers that could work had Master McCOY?" The question was like a sword cutting me in two, or like a sudden flash of lightning striking me to the ground. I knew well there was trouble ahead, and that, for McCOY's debts, I might at any moment be sold away from my boy, as I had been before from my girl. I determined this should never be. I would take my child and hide in the mountains. I would do anything sooner than I would be sold. A few more days passed, and my worst fears were confirmed by Isaac PRINCE, who told me that all McCOY's property was posted to be sold. The next day, as I was planning how I could get off, I saw a white horse, and a man standing at the smelting mill. The man was busily talking with Mr. ADAMS, and both seemed very earnest. At last, the man mounted the horse and rode away, while Mr. ADAMS came into the house. He said it was true that McCOY's property had been attached, to pay his debts, incurred by gambling, and everything would go under the auctioneer's hammer. "I won't be sold. He shall never find me, to sell me again," I angrily cried. Mr. ADAMS looked at me, and I saw the great pity in his eyes. He said, "Betty, I have given my word in writing to this man, whom you saw, that, provided he will leave you here with us, instead of taking you to the jail, he shall find you here whenever he shall come for you." I felt the floor giving way under me. It was with difficulty I kept from falling. A few moments of deep agony passed, and then I was able to say to him that, since he had pledged his word in black and white, he should not be obliged to break it. He need not fear for me, for I would stay just as he had promised; but "I was, oh! so sorry he had promised." I cannot tell now in what way it was first suggested that Mr. ADAMS should buy me and take me North with him. I think, when he was home, he had talked with his wife and her sister, Miss Sarah BROWN, about such a possibility, and Miss Sarah had offered to advance a part of the price for which I might be purchased. However that might have been, Mr. ADAMS now saw Mr. McCOY, and found he was greatly pressed for money, and would sell me as readily to him as to any one; and, not to spend too much time over what was really a very simple business transaction, a bill of sale was at once made out to Mr. ADAMS, which reads as follows: Received of G. J. ADAMS seven hundred and seventy-five dollars ($775), it being the purchase of my negro woman Berthena and her child Joe. The right and title to the said negro woman I warrant and defend against any person or persons whatsoever. Given under my hand and seal the 27th day of December 1858. [SEAL] DAVID McCOY Benj. F. GRAYSON Not long afterward,--I forget how long,--Messrs. ADAMS and BUTTERWORTH suspended operations at the mine, and, taking me and my boy, turned their faces homeward. They at that time expected to return, after a few months, and promised me I should go with them, so I did not feel so badly at parting with all the old faces and places as I should otherwise have done. However, before their business arrangements for going were matured, John BROWN had made his invasion into Virginia; and the excitement that followed made it unsafe for any one who sympathized with or defended him to be seen in any Southern State. Then followed the War of the Rebellion; and it was not till a much later date, and in a different way from what I had anticipated when I left, that I saw again the old fields where I had toiled and suffered, and grasped again the hands that before had beaten and bruised me. END OF CHAPTER VIII --------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER IX NEW EXPERIENCES - HOME IN THE NORTH The feelings with which I entered my Northern home, 22 Chares-Field Street, Providence, R.I., on a bright pleasant morning in August 1858, can be more easily fancied than described. A new life had come to me. I was in a land where, by its laws, I had the same right to myself that any other woman had. No jailer could take me to prison, and sell me at auction to the highest bidder. My boy was my own, and no one could take him from me. But I had left behind me every one I had ever known. I did not forget the dreadful hardships I had endured, and yet somehow I did not think of them with half the bitterness with which I had endured them. I was a stranger in a strange land; and it was no wonder, perhaps, that a dreadful loneliness and homesickness came over me. The family were just rising when Mr. ADAMS, with his night-key, opened the door, and showed me the way to the sitting-room, and then went to find his wife. I had only a moment to look about me, when the girl from the kitchen came in, and in a very friendly manner asked me to go there with her. Then, in a few minutes more, Mrs. ADAMS came, and, in her smiling, motherly way, held out her hand to me, saying, "Good-morning Betty." She met me as if I were an old acquaintance. At any rate, she made me feel that I was with friends. It was not easy at first to accommodate myself to the new surroundings. In the Southern kitchen, under slave rule, there was little thought of convenience or economy. Here I found all sorts of Yankee inventions and improvements to make work easy and pleasant. There were dishes and pans of every description, clean and distinct cloths for all purposes, brushes and brooms for different uses. I couldn't help feeling bewildered sometimes at the difference in so many ways, and for a moment wished myself back in "old Virginny," with my own people; and I very, very often longed to see the old familiar faces and hear the old sounds, but never could I forget to be grateful for my escape from a system under which I had suffered so much. END OF CHAPTER IX ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER X AFFLICTION - REMOVAL TO WORCESTER - RETURN SOUTH - MEETING OF OLD FRIENDS - THE NORTHERN LIFE - OLD MASTERS IN THE NORTH - HOUSEHOLDER For a while after my coming North, I was able to hear occasionally from the old home; but, after the trouble over John BROWN, followed as it was by the war for Succession, all communication was at an end. In the mean time, I made acquaintance among both white and colored people, who were interested in my history and glad to help me. I had been here only about three months, when my little Joe sickened and died; and this was a great affliction to me. After this, Mr. ADAMS removed his family to Worcester, Mass.; and I went with them. From business considerations, his stay there was shortened; and he returned to Providence. I liked the friends I had made in Worcester, and decided to cast in my lot with them. I had joined the Park Street Methodist Church, and was treated with such kind consideration by the brothers and sisters there that I was at home with them; and, as I could find all the work I was able to do, I was very comfortable in many ways. When at last the war was over, my wish to go back revived. I had saved some money; and, as soon as it was deemed safe by my friends, I undertook the journey. I purchased my tickets, taking me to Culpepper Court House, via railroad; and all passed off well. Arriving there, I found the stage would not leave for Luray for four hours. I really did not see how I could wait so long. I, however, went over to the stable, and, seeing a colored man there grooming the horses, I asked him how things were getting on down there. He saw I was a stranger; and, as one in haste to impart good news, he quickly answered: "Oh, all's free here now. De colored peoples has free times 'bout here now, de war's ober." His face and eyes fairly shone with delight. I turned into a store near by, and bought a large watermelon, and asked him to come and eat it with me, by way of celebrating "de free times." As we ate, we saw an old colored man and woman coming along the road; and, when they reached us, I said: "O aunty, you look happy. How are the times going with you?" She repeated: "How's times? Why, de old man an' me just dun got married las' night, an' we're takin' our weddin' journey." They ate watermelon with us, and we all laughed together over the new times, that made it possible for this woman, whose many children had enriched her master's treasury, lo! these many years, now to realize in any degree the sanctity of a marriage relation and a wedding journey. I did not wait for the stage to take me on my journey, for I was too eager to reach the end. I engaged a colored boy to take my satchel, to whom I was proud to pay one dollar in advance; and we started on foot for the top of the mountain, over which my course lay. Remaining there over night, I pursued my way on the next day, reaching Luray before night. The country everywhere had been laid waste by the soldiers of both armies; but, as there had been no battle fought in the immediate neighborhood, things were not so much changed as I had expected. I found my daughter Charlotte grown to womanhood, married and had one child. My old masters, KIBLER, PRINCE, AND McCOY, expressed pleasure at seeing me, and had many questions to ask of people and things at the North. My dear, kind old mistress, Miss Lucy, had been paralyzed; and her face was drawn on one side, which greatly changed her. She was delighted with a pair of cloth shoes that I carried to her. After visiting about for six or seven weeks, I turned my face again to the North, my daughter, her husband, and child, coming with me. Three times since I have made the same journey, bringing back with me, from time to time, in all sixteen of my relatives, and have encountered many interesting incidents. I have always found some one--sometime a policeman, and sometimes a simple woman or boy--ready and willing to help me in every emergency, when I had need. I have great reason to speak well of my fellow men, and to be most thankful to the overruling Providence that brought me up out of the "house of bondage." I forget the exact date, but one day I was busy with my work at home, when a message came to me from Mrs. WARNER, asking me to come to her. I went at once; and, on being shown into her presence, I found her engaged in conversation with my old master, David McCOY,--he who had taken Jerry away from me, and afterwards had sent me to Richmond to be sold. But all was changed now. He was not Master McCOY. He was Mr. McKAY. He put out his hand, and said, "How d'ye?" not exactly perhaps, as a reconstructed man, but as one who had at least learned something from the "logic of events" of the difference in our relations to each other. After a friendly interchange of inquiry, he invited me to call on him at the Waverly House, where he was stopping. Accordingly, the next day I inquired at the Waverly House office for Mr. McKAY, of Virginia, and a servant showed me to his room. He welcomed me very cordially this time; and after a long talk, and I arose to come away, I asked him to dine with me the next day. He expressed much satisfaction, and at the appointed hour made his appearance. I prepared such a dinner as I thought he would enjoy, and was glad to find I had not been mistaken in my selections. On rising to go, he turned to me, and said: "Aunt Betty, when you came down South, you wore a nice pair of kid gloves, with fur round their wrists. Can you tell me where you bought them, and what they cost?" I told him I would gladly go with him and try to find such; but, as Dr. WARNER gave mine to me, I did not know their price. So together we looked through the different stores, and at last succeeded in finding a pair that suited him; and I had the pleasure of paying for them, and then presenting them to him, as a remembrance of his visit to the North, a well as of me. I never saw him again, for it was not long after that he died. My old master, David KIBBLER, died also. Jerry KIBBLER, my good Methodist friend and class-leader, came to Worcester and spent several days, boarding with my friend, Mrs. STEARNS, during the time, because I could not then make him comfortable in my own home. I took him to Providence to see Mr. ADAMS, who showed him much attention; and he returned home with a very warm appreciation of New England hospitality, as well as of Northern thrift and energy, and regretted that the South had been so long blind to her own interests. My life in the North, as in the South, has been full of experiences, both sad and joyful. Sixteen years ago this winter, I was sent for to the dying bed of Mrs. ADAMS. A twelvemonth is scarcely passed since I was again called to assist in the care of Mr. ADAMS, as he lingered week after week, only half-conscious of life, and them passed away. His recognition of my poor service gladdens me now, for I can never express the satisfaction it gave me to minister to his wants. For I was a stranger, and he took me in: I had fallen amongst thieves, and he had rescued me. I have spoken of the kindness of my Methodist brothers and sisters. To tell the half of it would be impossible. One thing, however, I must not omit. It is this: on going to Sterling, last summer, to camp-meeting, I found on the spot where I had been accustomed to pitch my tent a nice wooden building, waiting for my occupation. The surprise was so great to me, I am afraid I did not express the gratitude I really felt: and this is only one of the many ways in which I have tasted the loving-kindness of my friends, and found it, like that of the infinite Father, "oh, how free!" I am now, at seventy-four years of age, the owner and occupant of a small house at 21 Tuits Street, Worcester, Mass. My daughter and family are near me, in an adjoining house, also owned by me. I have three grandchildren living. My back is not so straight nor so strong, my sight is not so clear, nor my limbs so nimble as they once were; but I am still ready and glad to do whatsoever my hand findeth to do, waiting only for the call to "come up higher." BETHANY VENEY WORCESTER, MASS., 1889 END OF CHAPTER X -------------------------------------------------------------------- Letter from Rev. V. A. Cooper Superintendent of Home for Little Wanderers, Boston, Mass. Two hundred years of human bondage! From generation to generation the vast system of tyranny, oppressing every faculty of mind and capability of moral nature, transmitting its baneful influence from parent to child, and then, by its injustice, dishonesty, and under disregard of all the most sacred relationships of life, stifling the earliest instincts and smothering the first breathings of the innate personality which distinguishes the race created in God's image, the wonder of wonders is that there was anything left of the nobility of a true manhood and womanhood in a single member of the oppressed and ravished race at the end of two hundred years. Whatever happened at the Fall of Adam and Eve, the strength of brain and heart that could withstand such treatment and retain in itself the fibre and life of noble aspirations, strength to stand for justice, truth, virtue, and courage of conviction, must have had something left in it both God-like and sublime. Such characters there were all through the South. Betty VENEY was one of them. The story of her life speaks nobly for herself, sublimely for human nature, grandly for her race. Amid dishonesty she was honest, amid injustice she had the soul of honor, amid corruption she was pure, amid persecutions dauntless and patient. I see her industrious, beautiful, heroically suffering life, against the white man's lecherous greed, against slavery's oppression, as a natural development amid rank and noxious weeds fed and watered by the grace of God, as lilies are which lie in virgin purity on the bosom of fetid waters in dank swamps. END OF THE LIFE OF BETHANY VENEY A SLAVE WOMAN ------------------------------------------------------------------ END OF FILE