But
the kindness which his wife evinced toward me only served to render Mr.
Judson more harsh and unfeeling in his treatment. I remember one day
hearing him say to his wife in a tone of much displeasure, "You spoiled
your own boys, and set them agin me, and now you are beginning to fuss
over this lazy chap in the same way; but I'll let you know who's master
_here_." Hard as was my lot at this time, my anxiety to lighten the
cares of my mother caused me to bear it with a degree of patience which
I have often since wondered at. I was fearful if I left this place I
could not readily obtain another, and I toiled on, never informing my
mother of the trials to which I was daily subjected. For a whole year I
endured the caprice and severity of Farmer Judson. I had long felt that
I could not much longer endure a life, which (to me) had become almost
intolerable; and on the day of the incident noticed in the opening
chapter of my story, my naturally high temper rose above control, and
I left Farmer Judson's and returned to my home.
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