When i went to live with the Hughs, I learned how to read a write. In accomplishing this, I was compelled to resort to various stratagems.
To continue the story, let me tell you about the adventure i had working for the Hugh’s.
Mrs. Hughs was a very kindhearted mistress. She fed the hungry and clothed the naked. She even taught me how to read and write.
But her husband told her stop. That is when she because violent. Sometimes even more violent than her husband. She was an apt woman.
I found this book once, it was about a master and a slave. The more i read it, the more I was led to abhor and detest my enslavers
Whenever is went to go run errands, i brought a book. I wanted to keep my progress and hopefully learn more. I would always bring bread with me and give it to two little hungry urchins
I would often find myself doubting my own existence, wishing myself dead; and but the hope for being free, I have no doubt but that i should have killed myself.
Very soon after my return to Baltimore, my mistress Lucretia, died, leaving her husband and one child;Amanda, and in Avery short time after her death, Master Andrew died.
In a very short time after i went to live at Baltimore; my old masters youngest son Richard died.
And Basically after that I talked about my grandma and a poem that relates to her. Then master married another woman. And off i sailed from Baltimore to St. Michael’s. And when it came, i was determined to be off.