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PROFHET NAT. 97 dey’d done wid Nelson. It-’peared as if de wish to hear ’bout him, to walk to de village and see him, if he was still in jail, gib me strength to get well. It was tree weeks before I ‘could crawl; den I set out, and crept along as best I could; it was fifteen miles to Jerusalem, whar de jail and court- house was, and it took me nigh two days to get dar. I asked de jailer let me see my husband; he swore at me, and giving me a kick, told me to ‘cl’ar out! I'd never see him again, till I see himinh—! I asked him w’at dey did wid him; he wouldn’ tell me, but I found out afterwards, one way and 'nodder, dough some folks was *human enough not to want to let me know. Fust dey tried to make him ’fess, as dey did me, by flogging. Dey tied his han’s and feet, and bent his knees up to his shoul’ers and fastened dem wid a stick ; den dey rolled him on de floor like as he was a bar’l, and dey lashed him more’n two hundred times. W’at you s'pose he tought of? S'pose he tought of Sam and Dan'l, spose he tought of blows and kicks—woll, woll! it’s over - now, nigh onto thirty year. “Dey kept him in jail ‘bout two weeks; and he had his trial; and dey proved on him, dat he was a ring-leader—dat he was Prophet Nat's right- hand man, and dey was going to hang him; but de mob got hold of him, and dragged him from de officers, and swore hanging was too good for him—and so—that’s what become of Nelson ! eres on “’Spect I was kind o’ crazy-like for a w'ile—next thing I knew, I was lyin’ on little Katie’s grave. Ole cook found me, and made me eat; and in two or tree days a change comé ober me—I was kind o’ lifted up out 0’ my misery. It come into my head dat Nat Turner was in de woods clost by, and dat he would s‘arve to def. You see dey hadn't found him yet, and dar was hundreds a lookin’ for him. De whole country was in a trimble; women couldn't Conniclookxs.cOnn