'We had no furniture, and we slept on the floor, lined up like sardines. 'The landowner lived in a giant house on the hill, with a view over all his land. 'We were given just about enough food to keep us from starving. 'The bucket was heavy, and sometimes I could barely lift it off the ground. Till our hands were raw, our backs ached, our spirits worn down by the endless toil.įrom the age of six, my job was to carry buckets of water out to the field. Then hoed the field to sow the seed to pick the cotton. 'We hoed the field to sow the seed, to pick the cotton. 'The seasons turned, one into the next, and every year it was the same. And most of what we did was working in his cotton fields. 'Being a slave meant that we were owned by our master and he got to decide everything we did. I was born in the United States of America in the year 1820.īut they were snatched up from their homes and brought to America on a ship, to work for a rich landowner. I'm going to tell you something about my life.
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