Identifier: womanslifeworkla01havi (find matches)
Title: A woman's life-work: labors and experiences of Laura S. Haviland
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Haviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith), 1808-1898
Subjects: Underground Railroad Freedmen United States -- Race relations
Publisher: Cincinnati, Printed by Walden & Stowe
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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Thats a neck-iron, said an old Avoman standingnear me. A ueck-iion! What do you mean? Why, its an iron collar to wear on the neck. But you are certainly mistaken, said I, picking itup ; you see these joints are riveted with iron as large asmy finger, and it could never be taken off over ones head. But we knows; dats Uncle Tims collar. An hecrawled off in dat fence-corner, pointing to the spot,an died thar, an Massa George had his head cut off toget de iron off. Is it possible for a human being to become so brutalas to cut a mans head off when he is dead? Siie looked as if she thought I doubted her word, andv-aid: It didnt hurt Uncle Tim when he was dead asit did when de iron wore big sores way down to de bone,and da got full o worms afore he died. His neck an headall swell up, an he prayed many, many prayers to God tocome and take him out his misery. How long did he wear it? Bout two years. Two years! It is impossible for any one to live thatlength of time with this rough heavy iron.
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SLAVE IRONS (IN POSSESSION OF THE AUTHOR) ST.AVE-IRONS. 293 AVe Work two seasons, any liow, over in dat cotton-fiel, pointing to tlie two-hundrcd-ucre cotton-field at ourright. I took lip anotlier iron, and incpiircd, What sort ofaa iron is this? A knee-stiffeuer, to war on dc leg to keep em fromruuniu off in dat swamp, pointing to the dark swampbordering Lake Concordia, so fully draped with long South-ern moss that in many places in it nothing could be dis-covered three feet in the thicket. I went to the rear of the shop, with the ring undermy shawl. Here stood a dozen or more of old and crij)-plcd. men and women. Did any of this company, I asked, live on thisplantation before the Avar? Yes, missus, six of us live here. I live here seven year. I drew out the collar, and asked if any one could tellme what that was. One looked at another, and askedwliere I found it. In that pile of irons by the door, I replied. One said, in a low tone, Dats Uncle Tims collar. Yes, missus, dat is iron c

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