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Show 212 Incidents in the I~ife of a Slave Girl. I told her I couldn't o·o now; bnt so1netin1e I would con1e to her, and then she and Benny and I would live too·cLh L' anll hnse happy tin1es. ,he ·wan ted to run anu bring Benny Lo .·eL.: lllC )l()\V. I told her he was going to the north, before lon o·, :riLh n:1cle Phillip, auu then I \VonlJ. C01110 to ee hnn before he went away. 1 a~kcd jf she "would like to have n1c stay all nio·ht and leep with her. "0, yes," she r plieu. 1'17en turn inn· to her uncle, she said, pleauingly, "May I stay' '? Ple" a c, uncle ! ~,he is n1y own n1other." lie laiu his hand on her head, and ·aid, ·olen1nly, " Ellen, this i · the ·ccret you haYc pro1niscd grandmother neYer to tell. If you ever speak of it to any body, they will ncYer let you sec your grandn1othcr a<rain and your n1other can never co1nc to Brooklyn." b ' "Uncle,'' she replied, "I ·will never tell." lie told her she n1ight stay with n1e; and \vhcn he had gone, I took h er in 1ny anns and told her I \va a lave, and that \VU.S the rca on she 1nust ncYer . ay she had seen me. I exhorted her to be a gooJ child, to try to plea.so the people where she \vas going, and that God would. rai ·c her up friends. I told her to say her prayers, and rmncn1ber always to pray for her poor n1othcr, and that God \voul<l pennit us to n1cct again. he \vcpt, and I did not check her tear . Perhaps she woulU. never agai.n have a chance to pour her tears into a. mother's boso1n. All night she no tlccl in 1ny ann , and I had no inclination to . hunber. The motncnts were too precious to lo ·c any of thc1n. Once, w·hen I thought ·he ·was a ·lcep, I kissed. her forehead softly, anll she said, "I a1n not asle p, dear n1otbcr." Hufvrc dt.LWH they Ci.Uue Lo Lake n1c bad(. to 1ny den. l ' t ( • N cw Deitination for the Children. I drew aside the 'vin<lo\v curtain, to take a last look of roy child. rrhc 1noonlight shone on her face, anu I bent over her, as 1 had done year before, that wretched night ·when I ran a\vn.y. I hugged her close to 1ny throb1Jing h eart; and tears, too .·ad for ·nch yonng eyes to shed, 1lowcu uo\vn her cheeks, a: she gaYc her last ki · , and \vhispercd in Iny car, "~!other, I will never tell." And .·he neYor clid. '\Vhcu I got back to n1y den, I thre·w 1nyself on lhc bccl anJ wept there alone in the darkness. It .·ccnlcd as if n1y heart \Yonld bur. t . \Vhcn the titnc for J1Jllcn's clcpa.rturc drew nigh, I could l1ear neighbors and friends saying to her, " Goocl l>y, E11en. I hope yonr poor 1nothcr will fLnd. yon out. lVon' t you he glad to sec her!" he replied, "Yes, 1na'an1;" and they little drea1nc<l of the \vcighty ~ecrct that wcigl1cd down her young h eart. he \Ya · an affecLiouatu chilcl, but naturally Ycry r scrYecl, cxc pt '"j Lh tho e bhc loYcd, and I felt ·ccurc that n1y secret \\'Oulcl be ·afe ·with her. I heard the gate close after h er, with :uch fccli11g · as only a slave 1nothcr can experience. During the day my meditations \VCrc very sad. So1nctin1c I fearcu I had been very selfish not to give up all clain1 to her, and let her go to Illinoi , to he adopted by ~[r . Sands's sister. It was n1y c:s:pcriencc of slas ry that decided me against it. I feared that circun1 tancc 1ni.ght arise that would. cause her to be sent back. I felt confH1cnt tha.t I should. go to N c \V York 1ny ·elf; a nd. then I shmi.lcl be alJlc to watch over her, anu in son1e degree protect her. Dr. Plint's fa1nily knc\v nothing of the proposed arraug0111ent till after Ellen ·was gone, and. the news |