I learned when I grew up, that my master--and this is the case with masters generally--allowed no questions to be put to him, by which a slave might learn his{27 GRANDPARENTS} age.

Such questions deemed evidence of impatience, and even of impudent curiosity.

From certain events, however, the dates of which I have since learned, I suppose myself to have been born about the year 1817.
The first experience of life with me that I now remember--and I remember it but hazily--began in the family of my grandmother and grandfather.
Betsey and Isaac Baily.

They were quite advanced in life, and had long lived on the spot where they then resided.

They were considered old settlers in the neighborhood, and, from certain circumstances, I infer that my grandmother, especially, was held in high esteem, far higher than is the lot of most colored persons in the slave states.