I was sent home, and was glad enough to leave the service of one who was tearing the husband from the wife, the child from the mother, and the sister from the brother,--but a trial more severe and heart-rending than any which I had yet met with awaited me.

My dear sister had been sold to a man who was going to Natchez, and was lying in jail awaiting the hour of his departure.

She had expressed her determination to die, rather than go to the far south, and she was put in jail for safe keeping.

I went to the jail the same day that I arrived, but as the jailor was not in, I could not see her.
I went home to my master, in the country, and the first day after my return, he came where I was at work, and spoke to me very politely.

I knew from his appearance that something was the matter.