e taken from the whole family of little ones
and they are to be left in the hands of others. That is one of the
saddest times of life for children when they do not know if they shall
ever see her face on this green earth any more; and if to-day we should
hear the cries of those little lambs it surely would break the heart of
a stone, for remember that we have the same feelings for our mothers as
any race of people and our hearts will melt as easily as the richest
ones on this earth.

But God in His great love to us meant that we should see the return of
our dear mother to her own and that he would send her and the children
out of the Land of Egypt as He did of old when He had tried to teach the
rulers how wrong it was to sell and buy human flesh, and this was one of
those awful sins that had to be repented of by those that could and
would not see the truth. When the wrath of God came upon them and took
all of the slaves away from them they could see nothing but tears and
curses to the God of Heaven, and some of them cursed the earth, the
stars, the moon. The negroes that had prayed so hard to God said that
was the cause of the war, for they could see something in their prayers
that seemed to reach up to heaven, and the answer had come for their
deliverance.

Is not this a great God who can hear the prayers of the faithful ones
when they pray? Do not we owe our lives and our all to this great and
good God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost? And if we
should fail to recognize Him we should have a worse sin fall on us than
ever any one race had.

Well, to my story:

My brother James was my mother's oldest child. He was sent away to the
war to keep his master at home, and we did not hear from him for a long
time, but we made up our minds that if he did not get killed he would go
over to the Northern side as soon as he should get the chance, though we
did not see him to tell him to do so, for all of my mother's children
were like herself in the love of freedom. My mother was one that the
master could not do anything to make her feel like a slave and she would
battle with them to the last that she would not recognize them as her
lord and master and she was right.

My brother did try to get away, but he was caught and locked up in
Richmond, Va., and for a awhile we heard them say that he would be
killed, but God was there to help him, so he came out all right and went
to work on the breastworks, and when he d