But he soon began to take the hint, and sold me to Wm.

Gatewood the owner of Malinda.

With my new residence I confess that I was much dissatisfied.

Not that Gatewood was a more cruel master than my former owner--not that I was opposed to living with Malinda, who was then the centre and object of my affections--but to live where I must be eye witness to her insults, scourgings and abuses, such as are common to be inflicted upon slaves, was more than I could bear.

If my wife must be exposed to the insults and licentious passions of wicked slavedrivers and overseers; if she must bear the stripes of the lash laid on by an unmerciful tyrant; if this is to be done with impunity, which is frequently done by slaveholders and their abettors, Heaven forbid that I should be compelled to witness the sight.
Not many months after I took up my residence on Wm.