did what she could for me: I don't know
what I should have done, or what would have become of me, had it not been
for her.--My mistress, it is true, did send me a little food; but no one
from our family came near me but the cook, who used to shove my food in at
the door, and say, "Molly, Molly, there's your dinner." My mistress did not
care to take any trouble about me; and if the Lord had not put it into the
hearts of the neighbours to be kind to me, I must, I really think, have
lain and died.

It was a long time before I got well enough to work in the house. Mrs.
Wood, in the meanwhile, hired a mulatto woman to nurse the child; but she
was such a fine lady she wanted to be mistress over me. I thought it very
hard for a coloured woman to have rule over me because I was a slave and
she was free. Her name was Martha Wilcox; she was a saucy woman, very
saucy; and she went and complained of me, without cause, to my mistress,
and made her angry with me. Mrs. Wood told me that if I did not mind what
I was about, she would get my master to strip me and give me fifty lashes:
"You have been used to the whip," she said, "and you shall have it here."
This was the first time she threatened to have me flogged; and she gave me
the threatening so strong of what she would have done to me, that I
thought I should have fallen down at her feet, I was so vexed and hurt by
her words. The mulatto woman was rejoiced to have power to keep me down.
She was constantly making mischief; there was no living for the slaves--no
peace after she came.

I was also sent by Mrs. Wood to be put in the Cage one night, and was next
morning flogged, by the magistrate's order, at her desire; and this all
for a quarrel I had about a pig with another slave woman. I was flogged on
my naked back on this occasion: although I was in no fault after all; for
old Justice Dyett, when we came before him, said that I was in the right,
and ordered the pig to be given to me. This was about two or three years
after I came to Antigua.

When we moved from the middle of the town to the Point, I used to be in
the house and do all the work and mind the children, though still very ill
with the rheumatism. Every week I had to wash two large bundles of
clothes, as much as a boy could help me to lift; but I could give no
satisfaction. My mistress was always abusing and fretting after me. It is
not possible to tell all her ill language.--One day she followed me foot
after foot sco