Josiah Henson
The True Story of Uncle Tom's Life: Autobiography of the Rev. Josiah Henson
The True Life Story Behind "Uncle Tom's Cabin"
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER I MY BIRTH AND CHILDHOOD
CHAPTER II MY FIRST GREAT TRIAL
CHAPTER III MY BOYHOOD AND YOUTH
CHAPTER VI A RESPONSIBLE JOURNEY
CHAPTER VIII RETURN TO MARYLAND
CHAPTER IX TAKEN SOUTH, AWAY FROM WIFE AND CHILDREN
CHAPTER X A TERRIBLE TEMPTATION
CHAPTER XI PROVIDENTIAL DELIVERANCE
CHAPTER XII ESCAPE FROM BONDAGE
CHAPTER XIII JOURNEY TO CANADA
CHAPTER XIV NEW SCENES AND A NEW HOME
CHAPTER XVI CONDUCTING SLAVES TO CANADA
CHAPTER XVII SECOND JOURNEY ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
CHAPTER XIX LUMBERING OPERATIONS
CHAPTER XXI THE WORLD'S FAIR IN LONDON
CHAPTER XXII VISITS TO THE RAGGED SCHOOLS
CHAPTER XXIII CLOSING UP MY LONDON AGENCY
PREFACE
The numerous friends of the author of this little work will need no greater recommendation than his name to make it welcome. Among all the singular and interesting records to which the institution of American slavery has given rise, we know of none more striking, more characteristic and instructive, than that of Josiah Henson.
Born a slave — a slave in effect in a heathen land — and under a heathen master, he grew up without Christian light or knowledge, and like the Gentiles spoken of by St. Paul, "without the law did by nature the things that are written in the law." One sermon, one offer of salvation by Christ, was sufficient for him, as for the Ethiopian eunuch, to make him at once a believer from the heart and a preacher of Jesus.
To the great Christian doctrine of forgiveness of enemies and the returning of good for evil, he was by God's grace made a faithful witness, under circumstances that try men's souls and make us all who read it say, "lead us not into such temptation." We earnestly commend this portion of his narrative to those who, under much smaller temptations, think themselves entitled to render evil for evil.
The African race appear as yet to have been companions only of the sufferings of Christ. In the melancholy scene of his death — while Europe in the person of the Roman delivered him unto death, and Asia in the person of the Jew clamored for his execution — Africa was represented in the person of Simon the Cyrenean, who came patiently bearing after him the load of the cross; and ever since then poor Africa has been toiling on, bearing the weary cross of contempt and oppression after Jesus. But they who suffer with him shall also reign; and when the unwritten annals of slavery shall appear in the judgment, many Simons who have gone meekly bearing their cross after Jesus to unknown graves, shall rise to thrones and crowns! Verily a day shall come when he shall appear for these his hidden ones, and then "many that are last shall be first, and the first shall be last."
Our excellent friend has prepared this edition of his works for the purpose of redeeming from slavery a beloved brother, who has groaned for many years under the yoke of a hard master. Whoever would help Jesus, were he sick or in prison, may help him now in the person of these his little ones, his afflicted and suffering children. The work is commended to the kind offices of all who love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity.
H. B. STOWE.
Andover, Mass., April 5, 1858.
CHAPTER I
MY BIRTH AND CHILDHOOD
EARLIEST MEMORIES. — BORN IN MARYLAND. — MY FATHER'S FIRST APPEARANCE. — ATTEMPTED OUTRAGE ON MY MOTHER. — MY FATHER'S FIGHT WITH AN OVERSEER. — ONE HUNDRED STRIPES AND HIS EAR CUT OFF. — THROWS AWAY HIS BANJO AND BECOMES MOROSE. — SOLD SOUTH.
The story of my life, which I am about to record, is one full of striking incident. Keener pangs, deeper joys, more singular vicissitudes, few have been led in God's providence to experience. As I look back on it through the vista of more than sixty years, and scene on scene it rises before me, an ever fresh wonder fills my mind. I delight to recall it. I dwell on it as did the Jews on the marvellous history of their rescue from the bondage of Egypt. Time has touched with its mellowing