Two years ago, I woke up after a good night’s sleep in my former house in Mississippi. The morning started out like every usual morning: I made myself a cup of coffee, some eggs, and cleaned my whip for the day’s hunt.
After I ate my breakfast I made my horse ready and when I was just about to get on my horse I heard a weird sound coming from the shed next to the house. I went over to the shed and realized it was a negro from my cotton field, who was trying to steal a pair of my boots, he turned around and saw that I had caught him trying to steal. He panicked and ran into the woods.
His name was Michael Brown and he was one of my best slaves because he did a great job in the fields, so he had to be brought back again. I grabbed my whip and rode after him. I knew the woods as the back of my hand, so I could easily find him.
When I found him, he threw a lot of stones after me, but he didn’t hit me. He then threw a knife, that he had stolen from the shed. It hit my horse in the neck and I flew from the horse and landed in a swamp. I’ve never tried that before. I got very angry but that just made me want to catch him more than before. I got on my feet again and ran after him. It was not a problem to follow his speed because I’ve caught a lot of slaves before by running. He was really exhausted after the long hunt, and finally there wasn’t much distance between us.
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