Excerpt from Autobiography of a Female Slave
I well remember that, as a token of his good-will, he always presented us (the Slave-children) with a slice Of buttered bread, when we had finished our daily task. I have also a faint reminiscence Of his Old hickory cane being shaken over my head two or three times, and the promise (which remained, until his death, unfulfilled) of a good Dimming at some future period.
My mother was a very bright mulatto woman, and my father,  I suppose, was a white man, though I know nothing of him; for, with the most unpaternal feeling, he deserted me. A consequence of this amalgamation was my very fair and beauti ful complexion. My skin was no perceptible shade darker than that Of my young mistresses. My eyes were large and dark, while a profusion of nut-brown hair, straight and soft as the whitest lady's in the land, fell in showery redundance over my neck and shoulders. I was Often mistaken for a white child; and in my rambles through the woods, many caresses have I received from wayside travellers; and the exclamation, What a beautiful child! Was quite common. Owing to this personal beauty I was a great pet with my master's sister, Mrs. Woodbridge, who, I believe I have stated, was a widow, and childless; SO upon me she lavished all the fondness Of a warm and loving heart.
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