In de morning we halt.

Tree or four white men come on horses and look at us.
Dey separate us into parties, and each march away into country again.
Den we separate again, till at last me and twenty oders arribe at a plantation up in de hills.

Here we range along in line before a white man.

He speak in berry fierce tones, and a nigger by his side tell us dat dis man our master, dat he say if we work well he gib us plenty of food and treat us well, but dat if we not work wid all our might he whip us to death.

After dis it was ebident that de best ting to do was to work hard.
"I was young and berry strong, sar, and soon got de name of a willing hard working nigger.