1 Thus ended our little Sabbath school in the pious town of St. Michael's.
2 Every moment they spent in that school, they were liable to be taken up, and given thirty-nine lashes.
3 They very soon mustered up some old spelling-books, and nothing would do but that I must keep a Sabbath school.
4 By this time, my little Master Thomas had gone to school, and learned how to write, and had written over a number of copy-books.
5 And I have the happiness to know, that several of those who came to Sabbath school learned how to read; and that one, at least, is now free through my agency.
6 I kept up my school nearly the whole year I lived with Mr. Freeland; and, beside my Sabbath school, I devoted three evenings in the week, during the winter, to teaching the slaves at home.
7 While I lived with my master in St. Michael's, there was a white young man, a Mr. Wilson, who proposed to keep a Sabbath school for the instruction of such slaves as might be disposed to learn to read the New Testament.
8 I held my Sabbath school at the house of a free colored man, whose name I deem it imprudent to mention; for should it be known, it might embarrass him greatly, though the crime of holding the school was committed ten years ago.
9 This was my school for eight months; and I might have remained there longer, but for a most horrid fight I had with four of the white apprentices, in which my left eye was nearly knocked out, and I was horribly mangled in other respects.