al recognition, I said to him,--

"Levi, why don't you come home?"

"I am at home," said he; "I was sold by Master William to Mr. Henry
Hall."

He then told me about the deception practised upon him. I thought that a
suitable opportunity to remind him of our conversation when up the
pine-tree, years before, and said,--

"You told me, that, if you could escape the big sale, Master William
would not sell you. Now you see how it was: the big sale was over, and
yet you were sold to a worse master than you had before. I told you this
would be so. The next time I hear from you, you will be sold again.
Master Mack will be selling me one of these days, no doubt; but if he
does, he will have to do it running."

Here ended our conversation and our association, as it was not in our
power to meet afterward.

The neighbors generally called Master David, Mack, which was one of his
Christian names; and the slaves called him Master Mack; so the reader
will understand, that, whenever that name occurs, Master David is meant.

After the sale of Levi, I became greatly attached to Alexander Brown,
another slave. Though not permitted to learn to read and write, and kept
in profound ignorance of everything, save what belonged strictly to our
plantation duties, we were not without crude perceptions of the dignity
and independence belonging to freedom; and often, when out of hearing of
the white people, or certain ones among our fellow-servants, Alexander
and I would talk the subject over in our simple way.

Master Mack had a very likely young house-servant named Ann. She was
between sixteen and eighteen years old; every one praised her
intelligence and industry; but these commendable characteristics did not
save her. She was sold next after Levi. Master told the foreman, Bob
Wallace, to go to Annapolis, and take Ann with him. When Wallace told me
he was going, I had a presentiment that the purpose was to sell the
girl, and I told him so; but, man as he was, he had no fear about it.
Wallace and Ann started for the city on horseback, and journeyed along
pleasantly until they reached the town and were near the market-place,
when a man came up to them, took Ann off the horse without ceremony, and
put her into jail. Wallace, not suspecting the manoeuvre, attacked the
man, and came well-nigh getting into difficulty. When Wallace returned,
he said to Master Mack, "Why did you not tell me that Ann was sold, and
not have me fighting for her? T