But my little Henry whisper an' say 'I gwyne to run away, an' den I work an' buy yo' freedom' Oh, bless de chile, he always so good! But dey got him--dey got him, de men did; but I took and tear de clo'es mos' off of 'em an' beat 'em over de head wid my chain; an' DEY give it to ME too, but I didn't mine dat.
"Well, dah was my ole man gone, an' all my chil'en, all my seven chil'en -- an' six of 'em I hain't set eyes on ag'in to dis day, an' dat's twenty-two year ago las' Easter.

De man dat bought me b'long' in Newbern, an' he took me dah.

Well, bymeby de years roll on an' de waw come.

My marster he was a Confedrit colonel, an' I was his family's cook.

So when de Unions took dat town, dey all run away an' lef' me all by myse'f wid de other niggers in dat mons'us big house.