Autobiography of a Female Slave
Book Details
Author(s)Martha Griffith Browne
PublisherGeneral Books LLC
ISBN / ASIN1459094115
ISBN-139781459094116
MarketplaceFrance 🇫🇷
Description
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1857. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XVII. THE RETURN OF THE HUNTERS FLUSHED WITH SUCCESS--MR. PETERKIN'S VAGARY. As young Master strode away, Misses Jane and Tildy regarded each other in silent wonder. At length the latter, who caught the cue from her sister, hurst forth in a violent laugh, that I can define only hy calling it a romping laugh, so full of forced mirth. Miss Jane took up the echo, and the house resounded with their assumed merriment. No one else, however, seemed to take the infection; and they had the fun all to themselves. "Well, Ann," said Miss Tildy, putting on a quizzical air, " I suppose you have been very much edified by your young master's explosion of philanthropy and good-will toward you darkies." Too well I knew my position to make an answer; so there I stood, silent and submissive. "Oh, yes, I suppose this young renegade has delivered abolition lectures in the kitchen hall, to his ' dearly belubed' brederen ob de colored race," added Miss Matilda, intending to be vastly witty. "I think we had better send him on to an Anti-slavery convention, and give him a seat 'twixt Lucy Stone and Fred Douglas. Wouldn't his white complexion contrast well with that of the sable orator?" and this Miss Jane designed should be exceedingly pungent. Still no one answered. Mr. Worth's face wore a troubled expression; the doctor still played with his wine-glass; and Miss Bradly's face was buried deeper in her hands. CAPTURE OF LINDY. 137 "Suppose father had been here; what do you think he would have said?" asked Miss Jane. This, no doubt, recalled Dr. Mandy to the fact that Mr.-Peterkin's patronage was well worth retaining, so he must speak now. "Oh, your father, Miss Jane, is such a sensible man, that he would consider it only the freak of an imprudent beardless boy." "Is, then," I ask...

