I had been in jail but a short time when I heard that my master was sick, and nothing brought more joy to my heart than that intelligence.

I prayed fervently for him--not for his recovery, but for his death.

I knew he would be exasperated at having to pay for my apprehension, and knowing his cruelty, I feared him.

While in jail, I learned that my sister Elizabeth, who was in prison when we left the city, had been carried off four days before our arrival.
I had been in jail but a few hours when three negro-traders, learning that I was secured thus for running away, came to my prison-house and looked at me, expecting that I would be offered for sale.

Mr.Mansfield, the man who owned mother, came into the jail as soon as Mr.Jones, the man who arrested us, informed him that he had brought her back.