Ten years ago while traveling and "testifyin' to de people", she came to our home.
"Children, I talks to God and God talks to me. I goes out and talks to God in de fields and de woods." (The weavel had destroyed thousands of acres of wheat in the West that year) -
"Dis morning I was walking out, and I got over de fence. I saw de wheat a holding up its head, looking very big. I goes up to it and takes hold ob it. You b'lieve it, dere was no wheat dare? I says, 'God (speaking the name in a voice of reverence peculiar to herself), what IS de matter wid DIS wheat? and He says to me, 'Sojourner, dere is a little weasel in it.' Now I hears talkin' about de Constitution and de rights of man. I comes up and I takes hold of dis Constitution. It looks MIGHTY BIG, and, I feels for MY rights, but der aint any dare. Den I says 'God what ails dis Constitution?' He says to me "Sojourner, dare is a little weasel in it.' The effect upon the multitude was irresistible.
On a dark, cloudy morning, while she was our guest, she was sitting, as she often was wont to do, with her cheeks upon her palms, her elbows on her knees. -
"We have heerd a great deal about love at home in de family, Now, children, I was a slave, and my husband and my children was sold from me."