Life and times of Frederick Douglass . named Sandy. Sandy lived with Mr. Kemp that year,about four miles from St. Michaels. He, like myself, hadbeen hired out that year, but unlike myself had not been hiredout to be broken. He was the husband of a free woman wholived in the lower part of Poppie Neck, and he was now onhis way through the woods to see her and to spend the Sab-bath with her. As soon as I had ascertained that the disturber of my soli-tude was not an enemy, but the good-hearted Sandy—a manas famous among the slaves of the neighborhood for his goodnature as for his good sense—I came
Life and times of Frederick Douglass . named Sandy. Sandy lived with Mr. Kemp that year,about four miles from St. Michaels. He, like myself, hadbeen hired out that year, but unlike myself had not been hiredout to be broken. He was the husband of a free woman wholived in the lower part of Poppie Neck, and he was now onhis way through the woods to see her and to spend the Sab-bath with her. As soon as I had ascertained that the disturber of my soli-tude was not an enemy, but the good-hearted Sandy—a manas famous among the slaves of the neighborhood for his goodnature as for his good sense—I came out from my hiding-place and made myself known to him. I explained the cir-cumstances of the past two days which had driven me to thewoods, and he deeply compassionated my distress. It was abold thing for him to shelter me, and I could not ask him todo so, for had I been found in his hut he would have sufferedthe penalty of thirty-nine lashes on his bare back, if not some-thing worse. But Sandy was too generous to permit the fear. Found in the Woods by Sandy HIS OLD FRIEND SANDY. *>e of punishment to prevent his relieving a brother bondmanfrom hunger and exposure, and therefore, on his oTO motionI accompanied him home to his wife—for the house and lotwere hers as she was a free woman. It was about midnight,but his wife was called up, a fire was made, some Indian mealwas soon mixed with salt and water, and an ash-cake was IT,1/,. 7t0 reli0Ve my hunSer- Sandys wife wasnot behind in kindness; both seemed to esteem it a priv-ilege to succor me, for although I was hated by Covey and bvmy master I was loved by the colored people, because theythought I was hated for my knowledge, and persecuted be-cause I was feared. I was the only slave in that region whocould read or write. There had been one other man, belong-ing to Mr. Hugh Hamilton, who could read, but he, poor fol-low, had shortly after coming into the neighborhood beensold off to the far south. I saw him ironed, i
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