So many of my friends have urged me to give a short sketch of my varied life that I have consented, and herewith present it for the consideration of my readers.

Those who were with me in the days of slavery will appreciate these pages, for though they cannot recur with any happiness to the now "shadowy past, or renew the unrenewable," the unaccountable longing for the aged to look backward and review the events of their youth will find an answering chord in this little book.
Those of you who have never suffered as we have, perhaps may suppose the case, and therefore accept with interest and sympathy the passages of life and character here portrayed and the lessons which should follow from them.
If there is a want of unity or coherence in this work, be charitable and attribute it to lack of knowledge and experience in literary acquirements.

As this is a world of varied interests and many events, although we are each but atoms, it must be remembered, that we assist in making the grand total of all history, and therefore are excusable in making our affairs of importance to ourselves, and endeavoring to impress them on others.

With this reason of my seeking your favor, I leave you to the perusal of my little tale.
L.A.D.
STRUGGLES FOR FREEDOM.
CHAPTER I.
"Soon is the echo and the shadow o'er, Soon, soon we lie with lid-encumbered eyes And the great fabrics that we reared before Crumble to make a dust to hide who dies." In the year 18--, Mr.and Mrs.John Woods and Mr.and Mrs.Andrew Posey lived as one family in the State of Illinois.

Living with Mrs.
Posey was a little negro girl, named Polly Crocket, who had made it her home there, in peace and happiness, for five years.