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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. | Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl Written by Herself. Linda Brent Northerners know nothing at all about Slavery. They think it is perpetual bondage only. They have no conception of the depth of degradation involved in that word SLAVERY if they had they would never cease their efforts until so horrible a system was overthrown. A Woman Of North Carolina. Rise up ye women that are at ease Hear my voice ye careless daughters Give ear unto my speech. Isaiah xxxii. 9. Edited By L. Maria Child. Boston Published For The Author. 1861. Preface By The Author 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
