I was again taken back to the slave quarters where my mother started nursing me once more. I had a big hole in my head and most folks thought that I would not make. My mother had already lost two of her daughters, who had been sold down south, and was determined not to lose me. Many of the slaves come to look in on me. They knew of a lot of slaves who had done things to help themselves. But they said that they admired what I did was because it was done to help somebody else. They wondered among themselves, "Where did she get the such nerve, courage and daring?" They all knew that Master Brodas would try to sell me now. He actually did try. But I was such a pitiful sight, everybody who saw me thought I was worthless.