Thirty Years Among the Dead by Carl Wickland

Author:Carl Wickland [Wickland, Carl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Dr. What did they do? Whip you?

Sp. Not exactly. I was working in a family somewhere. I was so hungry, and of course I did not do things as well as they wanted me to. There came a lady and she said she would take me away from the Home. I wished she had not.

In the Home it was pretty fair. Of course we had hard times, but it is better than to be scolded all the time. In the Home we had lots of things we did not like, but we had a good time too.

This woman took me, and the first thing she said was that I should have to read the Bible from morning to night. I got sick and tired of the Bible.

Then I had to pray. My knees were so sore I could hardly walk on them. I had to be on my knees all the time, reading and praying. She said I should walk with my knees, not my feet.

She tried to save me. She said I had never been a real good girl, and if I did not do as she said, I should go to some very hot place. In the Home we prayed, and the Mother was awful nice. We prayed and believed in God.

When that woman took me, I was fourteen. That was my sorry day. I had to work and work and earn something, and she scolded me, as she said I did not do as she wanted me to. It was praying and reading all the time. There was nothing to it. I didn't pray.

I had to get down on my knees, but I did not get in my mind what she was saying, because my knees hurt me. She got awful mad when I slipped down, and she pulled my hair. She had a cushion under her knees. She could stay there for hours. She said I was a sinner, because I got tired.

Are you a sinner when you can't stay on your knees a long time? I did not know very much, but I thought many times, really and truly - don't tell anyone, (whispering confidentially) but I thought God would be awfully tired to hear that all the time!

I was so tired that I went to sleep. Then she pulled my hair and slapped me. She prayed to God, but she acted so bad. She said if I was not good the devil would get hold of me. I thought sometimes, really and truly, that she was one.

If I got on my knees and went to sleep, she came to me and she prayed: "God help me out of this misery! You know, oh, God, how I love you!"

She prayed for herself first, and then for her sister, her mother and her brother and father, and her friends, and at last she prayed for Minnie. They did not know my other name.

I do not know who my really and truly father and mother were. I never knew.

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