By one of these ministers, Master Thomas Auld was persuaded to go inside the pen.

I was deeply interested in that matter, and followed; and, though colored people were not allowed either in the pen or in front of the preachers' stand, I ventured to take my stand at a sort of half-way place between the blacks and whites, where I could distinctly see the movements of mourners, and especially the progress of Master Thomas.
"If he has got religion," thought I, "he will emancipate his slaves; and if he should not do so much as this, he will, at any rate, behave toward us more kindly, and feed us more generously than he has heretofore done." Appealing to my own religious experience, and judging my master by what was true in my own case, I could not regard him as soundly converted, unless some such good results followed his profession of religion.
But in my expectations I was doubly disappointed; Master Thomas was _Master Thomas_ still.

The fruits of his righteousness{152} were to show themselves in no such way as I had anticipated.

His conversion was not to change his relation toward men--at any rate not toward BLACK men--but toward God.

My faith, I confess, was not great.