I'm being captured and I don't think I'm coming home just now. When I was at working dinner with the two white men, I came to drink a little too much. The last thing I member is only that they helped me up in a room and after that, I woke up in a cell. I was whipped and couldn't understand why I was there, I did not have my free papers and they refused to believe I was a free man. I was bought by an owner. He was really sweet and he could understand me. But one day I went crazy on one of the employers because I was accused of doing what he asked me to do. Him and his friends hung me in the tree and I was minutes from dying, but I was rescued by my owner. He helped me up in his room but sent me on to another because I was in danger with him. There I met a young girl Patsey, our owner used her and she is completely destroyed. I wish I could do something. I get beaten very violently sometimes, other times I get away with a small scare. I take one day at a time, because I never know when I'm killed by these satan's rich people. Patsey has asked me to drown her, she can't do anymore. But I wouldn't be able to live with the grief the young girl shouldn't be here. She should be able to live her life. I do not have access to paper or ink but I have stolen something so I can write to you and the kids. I love you and I don't think I'm just slipped. I count my days until I can come home. All I live for is you, I love and miss you all.
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