I had been treated as a _pig_ on the plantation; I was treated as a _child_ now.

I could not even approach her as I had formerly approached Mrs.Thomas Auld.

How could I hang down my head, and speak with bated breath, when there was no pride to scorn me, no coldness to repel me, and no hatred to inspire me with fear?
I therefore soon learned to regard her as something more akin to a mother, than a slaveholding mistress.

The crouching servility of a slave, usually so acceptable a quality to the haughty slaveholder, was not understood nor desired by this gentle woman.

So far from deeming it impudent in a slave to look her straight in the face, as some slaveholding ladies do, she seemed ever to say, "look up, child; don't be afraid; see, I am full of kindness and good will toward you." The hands belonging to Col.