I was a little awkward about counting money in New England fashion when I first landed in New Bedford.

I came near betraying myself several times.

I caught myself saying phip, for fourpence; and at one time a man actually charged me with being a runaway, whereupon I was silly enough to become one by running away from him, for I was greatly afraid he might adopt measures to get me again into slavery, a condition I then dreaded more than death.
I soon learned, however, to count money, as well as to make it, and got on swimmingly.

I married soon after leaving you; in fact, I was engaged to be married before I left you; and instead of finding my companion a burden, she was truly a helpmate.

She went to live at service, and I to work on the wharf, and though we toiled hard the first winter, we never lived more happily.