Sinopsis

I was born in Virginia, in 1832, near Charlottesville, in the beautiful valley
of the Rivanna river. My father was a white man and my mother a negress,
the slave of one John Martin. I was a mere child, probably not more than
six years of age, as I , when my mother, two brothers and myself
were sold to Dr. Louis, a practicing physician in the village of Scottsville.
We remained with him about five years, when he died, and, in the
settlement of his estate, I was sold to one Washington Fitzpatrick, a
merchant of the village. He kept me a short time when he took me to
Richmond, by way of canal-boat, expecting to sell me; but as the market
was dull, he brought me back and kept...