READER, be assured this narrative is no fiction. I am aware that some of my adventures may seem incredible; but they are, nevertheless, strictly true. I have not exaggerated the wrongs inflicted by Slavery; on the contrary, my descriptions fall far short of the facts. I have concealed the names of places, and given persons fictitious names. I had no motive for secrecy on my own account, but I deemed it kind and considerate towards others to pursue this course.
I wish I were more competent to the task I have undertaken. But I trust my readers will excuse deficiencies in consideration of circumstances. I was born and reared in Slavery; and I remained in a Slave State twenty-seven years. Since I have been at the North, it has been necessary for me to work diligently for my own support, and the education of my children. This has not left me much leisure to make up for the loss of early opportunities to improve myself, and it has compelled me to write these pages at irregular intervals, whenever I could snatch an hour from household duties.
When I first arrived in Philadelphia, Bishop Paine advised me to publish
a sketch of my life, but I told him I was altogether incompetent to such
an undertaking. Though I have improved my mind somewhat since that time,
I still remain of the same opinion; but I trust my motives will excuse
what might otherwise seem presumptuous. I have not written my experiences
in order to attract attention to myself-, on the contrary, it would have
been more pleasant to me to have been silent about my own history. Neither
do I care to excite sympathy for my own sufferings. But I do earnestly
desire to arouse the women of the North to a realizing sense of the condition
of two millions of women at the South, still in bondage, suffering what
I suffered, and most of them far worse. I want to add my testimony to that
of abler pens to convince the people of the Free States what Slavery really
is. Only by experience can any one realize how deep, and dark, and foul
is that pit of abominations. May the blessing of God rest on this imperfect
effort in behalf of my persecuted people!
LINDA BRENT. . . . . . . . . . .