My poor mistress bore his ill-treatment with great patience, and all her slaves loved and pitied her. He often left her, in the most distressed circumstances, to reside in other female society, at some place in the West Indies of which I have forgot the name. His wife was herself much afraid of him and, during his stay at home, seldom dared to shew her usual kindness to the slaves. My master, however, was a very harsh, selfish man and we always dreaded his return from sea. The tasks given out to us children were light, and we used to play together with Miss Betsey, with as much freedom almost as if she had been our sister. My mother had several fine children after she came to Mrs. I was under her own care, and my little brothers and sisters were my play-fellows and companions. My mother was a household slave in the same family. This was the happiest period of my life for I was too young to understand rightly my condition as a slave, and too thoughtless and full of spirits to look forward to the days of toil and sorrow. She used to lead me about by the hand, and call me her little nigger. I was made quite a pet of by Miss Betsey, and loved her very much. She had only one daughter, Miss Betsey, for whom I was purchased, and who was about my own age. Williams was a kind-hearted good woman, and she treated all her slaves well. Darrel's son-in-law, was master of a vessel which traded to several places in America and the West Indies, and he was seldom at home long together. I was bought along with my mother by old Captain Darrel, and given to his grandchild, little Miss Betsey Williams.

Myners died, and there was a division of the slaves and other property among the family.

Trimmingham, a ship-builder at Crow-Lane. My mother was a household slave and my father, whose name was Prince, was a sawyer belonging to Mr. I was born at Brackish-Pond, in Bermuda, on a farm belonging to Mr.

The History of Mary Prince, a West Indian Slave

The history of mary prince