But my heart was full of bitterness; I could see only gloom which seemed to deepen and gather closer to me as I neared the courtroom.

The jailer's sister-in-law, Mrs.Lacy, spoke to me of submission and patience; but I could not feel anything but rebellion against my lot.

I could not see one gleam of brightness in my future, as I was hurried on to hear my fate decided.
Among the most important witnesses were Judge Robert Wash and Mr.
Harry Douglas, who had been an overseer on Judge Wash's farm, and also Mr.MacKeon, who bought my mother from H.S.Cox, just previous to her running away.
Judge Wash testified that "the defendant, Lucy A.Berry, was a mere infant when he came in possession of Mrs.Fannie Berry's estate, and that he often saw the child in the care of its reputed mother, Polly, and to his best knowledge and belief, he thought Lucy A.Berry was Polly's own child." Mr.Douglas and Mr.MacKeon corroborated Judge Wash's statement.

After the evidence from both sides was all in, Mr.Mitchell's lawyer, Thomas Hutchinson, commenced to plead.

For one hour, he talked so bitterly against me and against my being in possession of my liberty that I was trembling, as if with ague, for I certainly thought everybody must believe him; indeed I almost believed the dreadful things he said, myself, and as I listened I closed my eyes with sickening dread, for I could just see myself floating down the river, and my heart-throbs seemed to be the throbs of the mighty engine which propelled me from my mother and freedom forever! Oh! what a relief it was to me when he finally finished his harangue and resumed his seat! As I never heard anyone plead before, I was very much alarmed, although I knew in my heart that every word he uttered was a lie! Yet, how was I to make people believe?
It seemed a puzzling question! Judge Bates arose, and his soulful eloquence and earnest pleading made such an impression on my sore heart, I listened with renewed hope.