We were brothers and sisters, but what of that?
Why should they be attached to me, or I to them?
Brothers and sisters we were by blood; but _slavery_ had made us strangers.

I heard the words brother and sisters, and knew they must mean something; but slavery had robbed these terms of their true meaning.

The experience through which I was passing, they had passed through before.

They had already been initiated into the mysteries of old master's domicile, and they seemed to look upon me with a certain degree of compassion; but my heart clave to my grandmother.

Think it not strange, dear reader, that so little sympathy of feeling existed between us.