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Show 3! Tilt: LJBEilTY UEJ,\,. as I was worked. Early and late, on those cold mountain sides, I carried stone, with a sheep-skin apron on, I dug an icc bouse, aml as I was the only woman be bad, I tended sixteen cows and a hundred pigs, all through one cold winter, freezing DlY cars and feet, many 's "tho time. I was whipped to death, missis, that I was, and the scars 'II go to the grave with roc. Never before, if I 'vc a tongue in my bead." " That was hard, indeed/' I interrupted. " Hard ! missis, 'twas t' other side of bard; but the Lord didn't forget me. :My husband was twenty years older than me, and his ole missis thought she might die, and leave him to a hard master, so she gave him a pass and hurried him off to Hagarstown. He wouldn't go without me, missis, may the Lord forever bress his ole bones for that! I had a daughter in Hagarstown. She wns free by right, but her missis married an ole scamp jis before she died. Then everything went to pot, and they sold my girl right in tho face o£ A DltEI::ZE ~'JW)l LAK}; ON'fAHIO. 35 tho will, to pay the debts, and not her missis' debts either. Well, I went right to her, and they guessed I would, and so they ketched me easy." cc How did they treat you then?" "No worse, they could n't. They chained my legs together, and beat me dreadful. But after six. months or so, they got tired, and then l\IL.;;sis Carter sent for me. ' Eliza,' says she, ' why didn't you go off with Harry? ' 'I cou ld n ' t, rna ' am,' says I, 'they kctehed me.' So she wrote me a pass as she lay on her bed, and that blessed night I was off to Hagarstown again. I had a hard time of it though, for my ole man was a·waiting for me furder on, at Harrisburg.'' c• How old are you?" I asked, suddenly, for I could scarce reconcile the energy with which the old woman spoke, with her withered face and crone·like figure. " I 've been treated so missis I've forgot all my knowledge. I can't t~ink, n~ how, but when I was in Hagarstown, I went to my young missis. She is scvcnty·onc. She was Miss |