He told her that he would not whip her, but would sell her to a negro-trader, or take her to New Orleans himself.

After being in jail about one week, master sent a man to take me out of jail, and send me home.

I was taken out and carried home, and the old man was well enough to sit up.

He had me brought into the room where he was, and as I entered, he asked me where I had been?
I told I had acted according to his orders.

He had told me to look for a master, and I had been to look for one.