For several weeks I was unable to be moved, and was regularly attended by Dr.Taylor, but as soon as it could be done without danger, I was taken back to Capt.

Helm's, where I found things in much the same condition as when I left them over a year before.
On leaving the family of Mr.Tower, I endeavored to express to them as well in my power the gratitude I felt for their kindness, and the attention I had received during my lameness.
We returned to Bath in a sleigh, and arrived without accident or any great suffering.

But the kind treatment I had always received from the Messrs.
Tower and family, made it very hard for me to reconcile myself to my former mode of living; especially now that I was lame and weak, from sickness and long confinement; besides, it was cold weather.

Oh! how hard it did seem to me, after having a good bed and plenty of bed clothes every night for so long time, to now throw myself down, like a dog, on the "_softest side_" of a rough board, without a pillow, and without a particle of bedding to cover me during the long cold nights of winter.

To be reduced from a plentiful supply of good, wholesome food, to the mere pittance which the Captain allowed his slaves, seemed to me beyond endurance.
And yet I had always lived and fared thus, but I never felt so bitterly these hardships and the cruelties of Slavery as I did at that time; making a virtue of necessity, however, I turned my thoughts in another direction.
I managed to purchase a spelling book, and set about teaching myself to read, as best I could.