Toronto
John A. Hunter
I feel more like a man,–I feel that I am a man a great deal more than I did a year ago. A year ago I was in bondage.
I was raised in a city in Maryland, and was a slave from birth until twenty years of age. The slaves in cities are better treated than those on the farms and plantations. When I was young, while my first master lived, I was sent to a school for white children. My mistress’s sister kept the school, and I was allowed to go to keep me out of the way. When I was about ten years old, my first master died. My mistress married again, and my new master said they ought not to have sent me to school–that I knew too much any how. So I was taken from school. I remained at home doing work for the family. At fourteen, my master wished to hire me out on a farm, but my mistress not giving her consent, I remained in the city.
I came away, and met no difficulty in reaching a land of freedom. I now attend the Normal School, to get an education if I can.
A great many slaves know nothing of Canada,—they do n’t know that there is such a country.
Whether the slaves as a body in the city are contented or not, I am unable to say. I know that I myself was discontented and unhappy in my servile condition. My impression of those slaves with whom I associated is, that they were dissatisfied. I have heard poor ignorant slaves, that did not know A from B, say that they did not believe the Lord ever intended they should be slaves, and that they did not see how it should be so.
I think that slavery is the greatest evil that ever existed.
I consider that the efforts of the abolitionists for the slaves are salutary.