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Harriet Jacobs's Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl is one of the most compelling accounts of slavery and one of the most unique of the one hundred or so slave narratives -- mostly written by men -- published before the Civil War.

The child and grandchild of slaves -- and therefore forbidden by law to read and write -- Harriet Jacobs was defiant in her efforts to gain freedom and to document her experience in bondage. She suffered physical and sexual abuse at the hands of her...

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Harriet Jacobs's Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl is one of the most compelling accounts of slavery and one of the most unique of the one hundred or so slave narratives -- mostly written by men -- published before the Civil War.

The child and grandchild of slaves -- and therefore forbidden by law to read and write -- Harriet Jacobs was defiant in her efforts to gain freedom and to document her experience in bondage. She suffered physical and sexual abuse at the hands of her master at the age of eleven. In 1842, she fled North and joined a circle of abolitionists that worked for Frederick Douglass's newspaper. In 1863, she and her daughter moved to Alexandria, Virginia, where they organized medical care for Civil War victims and established the Jacobs Free School.

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"A viable alternative to male save narratives. The specific problems faced by female slaves are clearly portrayed."--Ray Doyle, West Chester Univ.

"My personal favorite...Jacobs confronts the contradictions inherent in the category 'the black woman writer.' By engaging these issues and negotiating a course through them, she anticipates the literary and ideological position of subsequent generations of black women writers."--Jean Fagan Yellin, The Washington Post Book World

"A corrective to those who have identified the slave narrative primarily as a male genre....This particular edition, with its introduction by Valerie Smith, sheds new light on the choices its heroine Linda Brent makes."--The Women's Review of Books

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  • ISBN-13: 9781937028190
  • Publisher: Cherry Hill Publishing
  • Publication date: 12/15/2010
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Meet the Author

Harriet Ann Jacobs (1813-1897) was an African American writer, who was born into slavery, but managed to gain her freedom. She was a reformer and an abolitionist speaker. In addition, under the name Linda Brent, she wrote Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, one of the first autobiographies about living in slavery. That narrative included her accounts of the sexual abuse female slaves suffered, as well as the struggle for freedom.
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Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl


By Harriet Jacobs

Dover Publications, Inc.

Copyright © 2001 Dover Publications, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-486-11546-7



CHAPTER 1

CHILDHOOD.


I WAS BORN a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away. My father was a carpenter, and considered so intelligent and skilful in his trade, that, when buildings out of the common line were to be erected, he was sent for from long distances, to be head workman. On condition of paying his mistress two hundred dollars a year, and supporting himself, he was allowed to work at his trade, and manage his own affairs. His strongest wish was to purchase his children; but, though he several times offered his hard earnings for that purpose, he never succeeded. In complexion my parents were a light shade of brownish yellow, and were termed mulattoes. They lived together in a comfortable home; and, though we were all slaves, I was so fondly shielded that I never dreamed I was a piece of merchandise, trusted to them for safe keeping, and liable to be demanded of them at any moment. I had one brother, William, who was two years younger than myself—a bright, affectionate child. I had also a great treasure in my maternal grandmother, who was a remarkable woman in many respects. She was the daughter of a planter in South Carolina, who, at his death, left her mother and his three children free, with money to go to St. Augustine, where they had relatives. It was during the Revolutionary War; and they were captured on their passage, carried back, and sold to different purchasers. Such was the story my grandmother used to tell me; but I do not remember all the particulars. She was a little girl when she was captured and sold to the keeper of a large hotel. I have often heard her tell how hard she fared during childhood. But as she grew older she evinced so much intelligence, and was so faithful, that her master and mistress could not help seeing it was for their interest to take care of such a valuable piece of property. She became an indispensable personage in the household, officiating in all capacities, from cook and wet nurse to seamstress. She was much praised for her cooking; and her nice crackers became so famous in the neighborhood that many people were desirous of obtaining them. In consequence of numerous requests of this kind, she asked permission of her mistress to bake crackers at night, after all the household work was done; and she obtained leave to do it, provided she would clothe herself and her children from the profits. Upon these terms, after working hard all day for her mistress, she began her midnight bakings, assisted by her two oldest children. The business proved profitable; and each year she laid by a little, which was saved for a fund to purchase her children. Her master died, and the property was divided among his heirs. The widow had her dower in the hotel, which she continued to keep open. My grandmother remained in her service as a slave; but her children were divided among her master's children. As she had five, Benjamin, the youngest one, was sold, in order that each heir might have an equal portion of dollars and cents. There was so little difference in our ages that he seemed more like my brother than my uncle. He was a bright, handsome lad, nearly white; for he inherited the complexion my grandmother had derived from Anglo-Saxon ancestors. Though only ten years old, seven hundred and twenty dollars were paid for him. His sale was a terrible blow to my grandmother; but she was naturally hopeful, and she went to work with renewed energy, trusting in time to be able to purchase some of her children. She had laid up three hundred dollars, which her mistress one day begged as a loan, promising to pay her soon. The reader probably knows that no promise or writing given to a slave is legally binding; for, according to Southern laws, a slave, being property, can hold no property. When my grandmother lent her hard earnings to her mistress, she trusted solely to her honor. The honor of a slaveholder to a slave!

To this good grandmother I was indebted for many comforts. My brother Willie and I often received portions of the crackers, cakes, and preserves, she made to sell; and after we ceased to be children we were indebted to her for many more important services.

Such were the unusually fortunate circumstances of my early childhood. When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave. My mother's mistress was the daughter of my grandmother's mistress. She was the foster sister of my mother; they were both nourished at my grandmother's breast. In fact, my mother had been weaned at three months old, that the babe of the mistress might obtain sufficient food. They played together as children; and, when they became women, my mother was a most faithful servant to her whiter foster sister. On her deathbed her mistress promised that her children should never suffer for any thing; and during her lifetime she kept her word. They all spoke kindly of my dead mother, who had been a slave merely in name, but in nature was noble and womanly. I grieved for her, and my young mind was troubled with the thought who would now take care of me and my little brother. I was told that my home was now to be with her mistress; and I found it a happy one. No toilsome or disagreeable duties were imposed upon me. My mistress was so kind to me that I was always glad to do her bidding, and proud to labor for her as much as my young years would permit. I would sit by her side for hours, sewing diligently, with a heart as free from care as that of any free-born white child. When she thought I was tired, she would send me out to run and jump; and away I bounded, to gather berries or flowers to decorate her room. Those were happy days—too happy to last. The slave child had no thought for the morrow; but there came that blight, which too surely waits on every human being born to be a chattel.

When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died. As I saw the cheek grow paler, and the eye more glassy, how earnestly I prayed in my heart that she might live! I loved her; for she had been almost like a mother to me. My prayers were not answered. She died, and they buried her in the little churchyard, where, day after day, my tears fell upon her grave.

I was sent to spend a week with my grandmother. I was now old enough to begin to think of the future; and again and again I asked myself what they would do with me. I felt sure I should never find another mistress so kind as the one who was gone. She had promised my dying mother that her children should never suffer for any thing; and when I remembered that, and recalled her many proofs of attachment to me, I could not help having some hopes that she had left me free. My friends were almost certain it would be so. They thought she would be sure to do it, on account of my mother's love and faithful service. But, alas! we all know that the memory of a faithful slave does not avail much to save her children from the auction block.

After a brief period of suspense, the will of my mistress was read, and we learned that she had bequeathed me to her sister's daughter, a child of five years old. So vanished our hopes. My mistress had taught me the precepts of God's Word: "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself." "Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so unto them." But I was her slave, and I suppose she did not recognize me as her neighbor. I would give much to blot out from my memory that one great wrong. As a child, I loved my mistress; and, looking back on the happy days I spent with her, I try to think with less bitterness of this act of injustice. While I was with her, she taught me to read and spell; and for this privilege, which so rarely falls to the lot of a slave, I bless her memory.

She possessed but few slaves; and at her death those were all distributed among her relatives. Five of them were my grandmother's children, and had shared the same milk that nourished her mother's children. Notwithstanding my grandmother's long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend.

CHAPTER 2

THE NEW MASTER AND MISTRESS.


Dr. Flint, a physician in the neighborhood, had married the sister of my mistress, and I was now the property of their little daughter. It was not without murmuring that I prepared for my new home; and what added to my unhappiness, was the fact that my brother William was purchased by the same family. My father, by his nature, as well as by the habit of transacting business as a skilful mechanic, had more of the feelings of a freeman than is common among slaves. My brother was a spirited boy; and being brought up under such influences, he early detested the name of master and mistress. One day, when his father and his mistress both happened to call him at the same time, he hesitated between the two; being perplexed to know which had the strongest claim upon his obedience. He finally concluded to go to his mistress. When my father reproved him for it, he said, "You both called me, and I didn't know which I ought to go to first."

"You are my child," replied our father, "and when I call you, you should come immediately, if you have to pass through fire and water."

Poor Willie! He was now to learn his first lesson of obedience to a master. Grandmother tried to cheer us with hopeful words, and they found an echo in the credulous hearts of youth.

When we entered our new home we encountered cold looks, cold words, and cold treatment. We were glad when the night came. On my narrow bed I moaned and wept, I felt so desolate and alone.

I had been there nearly a year, when a dear little friend of mine was buried. I heard her mother sob, as the clods fell on the coffin of her only child, and I turned away from the grave, feeling thankful that I still had something left to love. I met my grandmother, who said, "Come with me, Linda"; and from her tone I knew that something sad had happened. She led me apart from the people, and then said, "My child, your father is dead." Dead! How could I believe it? He had died so suddenly I had not even heard that he was sick. I went home with my grandmother. My heart rebelled against God, who had taken from me mother, father, mistress, and friend. The good grandmother tried to comfort me. "Who knows the ways of God?" said she. "Perhaps they have been kindly taken from the evil days to come." Years afterwards I often thought of this. She promised to be a mother to her grandchildren, so far as she might be permitted to do so; and strengthened by her love, I returned to my master's. I thought I should be allowed to go to my father's house the next morning; but I was ordered to go for flowers, that my mistress's house might be decorated for an evening party. I spent the day gathering flowers and weaving them into festoons, while the dead body of my father was lying within a mile of me. What cared my owners for that? he was merely a piece of property. Moreover, they thought he had spoiled his children, by teaching them to feel that they were human beings. This was blasphemous doctrine for a slave to teach; presumptuous in him, and dangerous to the masters.

The next day I followed his remains to a humble grave beside that of my dear mother. There were those who knew my father's worth, and respected his memory.

My home now seemed more dreary than ever. The laugh of the little slavechildren sounded harsh and cruel. It was selfish to feel so about the joy of others. My brother moved about with a very grave face. I tried to comfort him, by saying, "Take courage, Willie; brighter days will come by and by."

"You don't know any thing about it, Linda," he replied. "We shall have to stay here all our days; we shall never be free."

I argued that we were growing older and stronger, and that perhaps we might, before long, be allowed to hire our own time, and then we could earn money to buy our freedom. William declared this was much easier to say than to do; moreover, he did not intend to buy his freedom. We held daily controversies upon this subject.

Little attention was paid to the slaves' meals in Dr. Flint's house. If they could catch a bit of food while it was going, well and good. I gave myself no trouble on that score, for on my various errands I passed my grandmother's house, where there was always something to spare for me. I was frequently threatened with punishment if I stopped there; and my grandmother, to avoid detaining me, often stood at the gate with something for my breakfast or dinner. I was indebted to her for all my comforts, spiritual or temporal. It was her labor that supplied my scanty wardrobe. I have a vivid recollection of the linsey-woolsey dress given me every winter by Mrs. Flint. How I hated it! It was one of the badges of slavery.

While my grandmother was thus helping to support me from her hard earnings, the three hundred dollars she had lent her mistress were never repaid. When her mistress died, her son-in-law, Dr. Flint, was appointed executor. When grandmother applied to him for payment, he said the estate was insolvent, and the law prohibited payment. It did not, however, prohibit him from retaining the silver candelabra, which had been purchased with that money. I presume they will be handed down in the family, from generation to generation.

My grandmother's mistress had always promised her that, at her death, she should be free; and it was said that in her will she made good the promise. But when the estate was settled, Dr. Flint told the faithful old servant that, under existing circumstances, it was necessary she should be sold.

On the appointed day, the customary advertisement was posted up, proclaiming that there would be a "public sale of negroes, horses, &c." Dr. Flint called to tell my grandmother that he was unwilling to wound her feelings by putting her up at auction, and that he would prefer to dispose of her at private sale. My grandmother saw through his hypocrisy; she understood very well that he was ashamed of the job. She was a very spirited woman, and if he was base enough to sell her, when her mistress intended she should be free, she was determined the public should know it. She had for a long time supplied many families with crackers and preserves; consequently, "Aunt Marthy," as she was called, was generally known, and every body who knew her respected her intelligence and good character. Her long and faithful service in the family was also well known, and the intention of her mistress to leave her free. When the day of sale came, she took her place among the chattels, and at the first call she sprang upon the auction-block. Many voices called out, "Shame! Shame! Who is going to sell you, aunt Marthy? Don't stand there! That is no place for you." Without saying a word, she quietly awaited her fate. No one bid for her. At last, a feeble voice said, "Fifty dollars." It came from a maiden lady, seventy years old, the sister of my grandmother's deceased mistress. She had lived forty years under the same roof with my grandmother; she knew how faithfully she had served her owners, and how cruelly she had been defrauded of her rights; and she resolved to protect her. The auctioneer waited for a higher bid; but her wishes were respected; no one bid above her. She could neither read nor write; and when the bill of sale was made out, she signed it with a cross. But what consequence was that, when she had a big heart overflowing with human kindness? She gave the old servant her freedom.

At that time, my grandmother was just fifty years old. Laborious years had passed since then; and now my brother and I were slaves to the man who had defrauded her of her money, and tried to defraud her of her freedom. One of my mother's sisters, called Aunt Nancy, was also a slave in his family. She was a kind, good aunt to me; and supplied the place of both housekeeper and waiting maid to her mistress. She was, in fact, at the beginning and end of every thing.


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Table of Contents

Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Page,
Note,
Epigraph,
PREFACE BY THE AUTHOR.,
INTRODUCTION BY THE EDITOR.,
I. - CHILDHOOD.,
II. - THE NEW MASTER AND MISTRESS.,
III. - THE SLAVES' NEW YEAR'S DAY.,
IV. - THE SLAVE WHO DARED TO FEEL LIKE A MAN.,
V. - THE TRIALS OF GIRLHOOD.,
VI. - THE JEALOUS MISTRESS.,
VII. - THE LOVER.,
VIII. - WHAT SLAVES ARE TAUGHT TO THINK OF THE NORTH.,
IX. - SKETCHES OF NEIGHBORING SLAVEHOLDERS.,
X. - A PERILOUS PASSAGE IN THE SLAVE GIRL'S LIFE.,
XI. - THE NEW TIE TO LIFE.,
XII. - FEAR OF INSURRECTION.,
XIII. - THE CHURCH AND SLAVERY.,
XIV. - ANOTHER LINK TO LIFE.,
XV. - CONTINUED PERSECUTIONS.,
XVI. - SCENES AT THE PLANTATION.,
XVII. - THE FLIGHT.,
XVIII. - MONTHS OF PERIL.,
XIX. - THE CHILDREN SOLD.,
XX. - NEW PERILS.,
XXI. - THE LOOPHOLE OF RETREAT.,
XXII. - CHRISTMAS FESTIVITIES.,
XXIII. - STILL IN PRISON.,
XXIV. - THE CANDIDATE FOR CONGRESS.,
XXV. - COMPETITION IN CUNNING.,
XXVI. - IMPORTANT ERA IN MY BROTHER'S LIFE.,
XXVII. - NEW DESTINATION FOR THE CHILDREN.,
XXVIII. - AUNT NANCY.,
XXIX. - PREPARATIONS FOR ESCAPE,
XXX. - NORTHWARD BOUND.,
XXXI. - INCIDENTS IN PHILADELPHIA.,
XXXII. - THE MEETING OF MOTHER AND DAUGHTER.,
XXXIII. - A HOME FOUND.,
XXXIV. - THE OLD ENEMY AGAIN.,
XXXV. - PREJUDICE AGAINST COLOR.,
XXXVI. - THE HAIRBREADTH ESCAPE.,
XXXVII. - A VISIT TO ENGLAND.,
XXXVIII. - RENEWED INVITATIONS TO GO SOUTH.,
XXXIX. - THE CONFESSION.,
XL. - THE FUGITIVE SLAVE LAW.,
XLI. - FREE AT LAST.,
APPENDIX.,
DOVER THRIFT EDITIONS UNABRIDGED,

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  • Posted January 25, 2012

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    This book should be a mandatory read in high school english classes throughout the US.

    It was realized after reading this book by Harriet Jacobs, that our United States has a past that is ugly to say the least. It is hard to phantom what we did to humans only because of the color of their skin. I highly recommend this book to be read by any and all to clearly come to an understanding of what we, the United States, has done in the past. Through knowledge, we can hopefully ensure that this never happens in our future. Knowledge is the power to make change!

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2012

    Couldn't put it down!

    Some flaws in the text, but nothing that couldn't be deciphered. Compelling story. Three stars for the quality of the text, five for the historical significance and sheer readability of this memoir.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2013

    Great read!

    I read this book in one day! I was amazed at how well written it was; and how the insight into such a troubled time in this country was so easily conveyed. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone seeking further appraisals into African American history.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 24, 2013

    Highly recommended

    Very, very interesting - everyone should learn from those who lived it!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 25, 2013

    This book is Great

    I found this Book to be very interesting and it is a hard book to put down once you start reading it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2012

    Wonderful!

    This is a remarable life story. Ms. Jacobs takes us to a place we cannot imagine existed, however, very real. Thank God for the accounts of our history and the hope we still seek.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2012

    Nice!

    This book is a great read! So enlighting and thankful!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 27, 2010

    Incedible

    I could not put this book down. How many other brilliant minds were tormented, tortured,murded? What a pure spirit. t

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2013

    Great Book but Disturbing Book

    This is a very enlightening book that pulls at the very soul when you read the things that were done to slaves by white Americans. Thank God, slavery was abolished. Any American who has the heart to treat anyone the way slaves were treated is very un-American. I enjoyed reading this book written by a slave, but it made me cringe at the things this girl went through. No living human being should have ever been treated like an animal, and some of these people were treated worse than animals. It is a very upsetting book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2013

    Highly Recommend

    Though this book gave me mixed emotions it was a good read. I didn't want to put it down. Wanted to hurry up and get to the fairy tale ending. This book gave me two definite emotions laughter from revenge or the feeling of "you thought you got one over on me, but I out slicked you") and anger from the awful ways people were treated.

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  • Posted July 12, 2012

    Recommended for anyone likes American history.

    My book club enjoyed this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2012

    Slavery last for over 300 years in America This is an amazing account of how a young womens endurance courage and strength

    I read this book in two days

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2012

    Unbelievable!

    Read the book in one day!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2012

    Classic

    Sad story, tugs at the heart strings.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2012

    Excellent

    Worth paying for but it was free! Extremely engaging narrative from a primary source and not some hisorical fictions fantasy

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2012

    Excellent Book!!

    Excellent book. This really gives you an idea of what people went through and one young lady especially. I loved it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2011

    Recommend.

    The book provides excellent insights into the system of slavery. The cruelties were not only physical but mental and deeply affected the psyche of it's victims. The author demonstrates by example the helplessness of the slave in controlling any facet of his/her life or the lives of their children.

    The language is, in my opinion, a little too flowery, as the book was written in the 1800's and uses phrases similiar to "Alas, Dear Reader". But for learning what slavery was like from the inside, it's a good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2011

    Quite a moving story of injustice

    No matter how much I read of the lives of those who endured slavery, it still sets me back and makes me appreciate my circumstances...to be subjected to your master's whims and moods is just unthinkable. The inhumanity of man presented in the lives of the slaves, the beatings, the selling of babies, the rapes, the description of this one young lady opens eyes and hearts in it's simple prose. I recommend this book if you have a thirst for history and a desire not to repeat the mistakes of the past.

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  • Posted October 5, 2011

    DOWNLOAD

    For those who were unable to download, there are other copies available on here. Search by title and then try downloading one of the others! The one i downloaded has Linda Brent as the author but its the same book! Hope this helps!

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  • Posted August 12, 2011

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