I have often heard Garrison say, that he had rather paddle a female, than eat when he was hungry--that it was music for him to hear them scream, and to see their blood run.
After the lapse of several months, he found that he could not dispose of my person to a good advantage, while he kept me in that prison confined among the other slaves.

I do not speak with vanity when I say the contrast was so great between myself and ordinary slaves, from the fact that I had enjoyed superior advantages, to which I have already referred.

They have their slaves classed off and numbered.
Garrison came to me one day and informed me that I might go out through the city and find myself a master.

I was to go to the Hotels, boarding houses, &c .-- tell them that my wife was a good cook, wash-woman, &c,--and that I was a good dining room servant, carriage driver, or porter--and in this way I might find some gentleman who would buy us both; and that this was the only hope of our being sold together.
But before starting me out, he dressed me up in a suit of his old clothes, so as to make me look respectable, and I was so much better dressed than usual that I felt quite gay.

He would not allow my wife to go out with me however, for fear we might get away.