Our Nig; or Sketches from the Life of a Free Black
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In offering to the public the following pages, the writer confesses her inability to minister to the refined and cultivated, the pleasure supplied to abler pens. It is not for such these crude narrations appear. Deserted by knidred, disabled by failing health, I am forced to some experiment which shall aid me in maintaining myself and child without extinguishing this feeble life. I would not from these motives even palliate slavery at the South, by disclosures of its appurtenances North. My mistress was wholly imbued with southern principles. I do not pretend to divulge every transation in my own life, which the unprejudiced would declare unfavorable in comparison with treatment to legal bondmen; I have purposely omitted what would provoke shame in our good anti-slavery friends at home.
My humble position and frank confession of errors will, I hope, shield me from severe criticism. Indeed, defects are so apparent it requires no skilful hand to expose them.
I sincerely appeal to my colored brethren universally for patronage, hopin they will not condemn this attempt of their sister to be erudite, but rally around me a faithful band of supporters and defenders.
----Harriet E. Wilson
- Chapter One: Mag Smith, My Mother
- Chapter Two: My Father's Death
- Chapter Three: A New Home For Me
- Chapter Four: A Friend For Nig
- Chapter Five: Departures
- Chapter Six: Varieties
- Chapter Seven: Spiritual Condition of Nig
- Chapter Eight: Visitor and Departure
- Chapter Nine: Death
- Chapter Ten: Perplexities--Another Death
- Chapter Eleven: Marriage Again
- Chapter Twelve: The Winding Up of the Matter