Once I was older, I moved to a new master, and the mistress taught me the alphabet.
Sometimes, I would ask the little white boys to help me read, in turn for food.
One day my original owner died, and I was property of either his daughter, or son. His son was mean, and his daughter was nicer and wouldn't hurt me much.
I was then sold to a man named Thomas Auld, and he would starve his slaves.
I got in a fight with a white man, named Mr. Covey, because he tried to whip me, and I won.
Then after a little While. I became a freed slave of the North, and wrote my biography
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