It is due to the noble Henry, to say, that he seemed almost as reluctant to leave the prison with me in it, as he was to be tied and dragged to prison.

But he and the rest knew that we should, in all the likelihoods of the case, be separated, in the event of being sold; and since we were now completely in the hands of our owners, we all concluded it would be best to go peaceably home.
Not until this last separation, dear reader, had I touched those profounder depths of desolation, which it is the lot of slaves often to reach.

I was solitary in the world, and alone within the walls of a stone prison, left to a fate of life-long misery.

I had hoped and expected much, for months before, but my hopes and expectations were now withered and blasted.

The ever dreaded slave life in Georgia, Louisiana and Alabama--from which escape is next to impossible now, in my loneliness, stared me in the face.