Carleton-Hall

WHEN I got back to Carleton-Hall, I found every thing in the greatest confusion.

The White Slave; or, Memoirs of a Fugitive 1852

We mounted, and had already taken the road to Carleton-Hall, when my master seemed to recollect that I had just found a wife from whom I had been long separated; and it began to occur to him, that possibly we might take some pleasure in being indulged with a little of one another's company.

The White Slave; or, Memoirs of a Fugitive 1852

He had lived at Carleton-Hall more than ten years, and in all that time, had never once been whipped.

The White Slave; or, Memoirs of a Fugitive 1852

It was a great comfort to him, -- indeed he regarded it as a special interposition of Providence in his behalf, -- that when carried away from Carleton-Hall they had not been separated.

The White Slave; or, Memoirs of a Fugitive 1852

I was purchased by an agent of Mr James Carleton, of Carleton-Hall, in one of the northern counties of North Carolina; and was presently sent off with two or three of my companions, for the plantation of our new master.

The White Slave; or, Memoirs of a Fugitive 1852

ONE Sunday morning when the boy was about three months old, two strangers unexpectedly arrived at Carleton-Hall.

The White Slave; or, Memoirs of a Fugitive 1852

After a journey of four or five days, we arrived at Carleton-Hall.

The White Slave; or, Memoirs of a Fugitive 1852

This happened about a month previous; and when I got back to Carleton-Hall, I found that the strangers who had arrived that morning, were the agents of the Baltimore money-lenders, who had been sent to take possession of the mortgaged property.

The White Slave; or, Memoirs of a Fugitive 1852

The lands at Carleton-Hall, were never cultivated, it

The White Slave; or, Memoirs of a Fugitive 1852

I was a favorite among the servants at Carleton-Hall, because I had taken some little pains to be so; for I had long since renounced that silly prejudice and foolish pride, which at an earlier period, had kept me aloof from my fellow servants, and had justly earned me their hatred and dislike.

The White Slave; or, Memoirs of a Fugitive 1852