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name J had got when I was christened, ‘ you must
pray for your moder wid me, and I am sure that
God will hear our prayers.’

At last my fader grew sick, and he made me
promise, if he died, that I would go to Sierra Leone
and try to find if my moder was dere. My fader
grew worse and worse, but still him very happy,
and taking my hand, he say, ‘ Paul, you must meet
me in heaven, and you must bring your moder
there, and then we all live together for ever and
ever, where there are no more slave-dealers, and no
more war, and no more cruelty,’ and den him die.

After dat I set off to go to Sierra Leone, but
slave-dealer catch me on the way and take me on

‘board slaver, with nearly four hundred other black
fellows, and we were all put down in ship’s hold,
and carried away to the coast of Brazil. But Eng-
lish man-of-war catch the slaver. The English
captain find out that I was a Christian, and so he
ask me if I like to serve on board de man-of-war,
and I say yes. The captain, good Christian man
himself, so I learn to speak English, and he taught
me to read Bible, and I learn still more about Jesus
than I did in Abeokuta. At last we got back to
Sierra Leone, and then I remember my promise to