My Life as a Slave

I have always been a slave I went from picking cotton in the fields to working in the kitchen at massa hensens. He didn't whip us much he was one of the nicest slave owners around. But he grew old and heard of a slave trader in town so he sold us. My daughter was young and strong and was taken to the riley plantation. That was one of the worst plantations he was mean and if you were old or crippled he liked to pick on you by playing cat 'o' nine tails on you're bare back.

So I told my daughter about Canada and how if we followed the North star to Canada we would be free the second we stepped on the land. I got sold as well and I escaped from that. And because i knew that I would see my daughter again if she made it I had to try everything I could to get to her. She gave me strength that I thought was drained she made me hold my head up even higher than it was and she is all I have had to live for.