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A Long Lost Mother.
A Long Lost Mother.
 
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[Evansville Journal.]
[Evansville Journal.]


Twenty-eight years ago Mary Stowers, a slave woman, belonging to Harrison Stowers, of Owensboro, was sold to parties living in Shelby county, Kentucky, and was with her little girl of two years taken away, leaving her boy, Willis Green, then four years old, with her former master, John Stowers, who had sold her to his brother. For some time after her sale she managed to send word to her boy occasionally, but after a couple years she was sold to the dreaded negro-traders, and was taken south, after which all trace of her was lost. The boy Willis grew to manhood, and by the events of the war became free and came to Evansville. During all these years, not having heard of his mother, he supposed her dead, but her memory was still bright, and he often thought of her as she must have suffered in the cotton-field under the lash of the cruel taskmaster.  
Twenty-eight years ago Mary Stowers,  
a slave woman, belonging to Harrison  
Stowers, of Owensboro, was sold to parties  
living in Shelby county, Kentucky, and  
was with her little girl of two years  
taken away, leaving her boy, Willis  
Green, then four years old, with her  
former master, John Stowers, who had  
sold her to his brother. For some time  
after her sale she managed to send word  
to her boy occasionally, but after a  
couple years she was sold to the dreaded  
negro-traders, and was taken south, after  
which all trace of her was lost. The  
boy Willis grew to manhood, and by the  
events of the war became free and came  
to Evansville. During all these years,  
not having heard of his mother, he supposed  
her dead, but her memory was still  
bright, and he often thought of her as  
she must have suffered in the cotton-field  
under the lash of the cruel taskmaster.  


On Monday he was almost electrified at being told that an old woman, claiming to be his mother, was in the city in search of him, but the lapse of time had been so great that he was incredulous, but faint as the hope was, he determined to follow it, and see if it should prove delusive. He went, as directed, to the house of his uncle Ed. Davis, and there met an old woman who clasped him in her arms, and wept over him as her son. To test the genuineness of her claim, Willis asked, "How do you know I am your son?" And the old woman gave her reasons, detailing facts that were known to him as having occurred. He then showed her his right hand, and asked, "Can you tell how I lost that little finger?"
On Monday he was almost electrified  
at being told that an old woman, claiming  
to be his mother, was in the city in search  
of him, but the lapse of time had been  
so great that he was incredulous, but  
faint as the hope was, he determined to  
follow it, and see if it should prove delusive.
He went, as directed, to the  
house of his uncle Ed. Davis, and there  
met an old woman who clasped him in  
her arms, and wept over him as her son.  
To test the genuineness of her claim,  
Willis asked, "How do you know I am  
your son?" And the old woman gave  
her reasons, detailing facts that were  
known to him as having occurred. He  
then showed her his right hand, and  
asked, "Can you tell how I lost that little  
finger?"


"Yes," replied she, "your young master cut it off while chopping a trough," and Willis accepted the evidence as much stronger than that of the traditional strawberry mark.
"Yes," replied she, "your young master  
cut it off while chopping a trough,"  
and Willis accepted the evidence as much  
stronger than that of the traditional  
strawberry mark.


The aged woman, after being sold to Alabama, was placed on a cotton farm, and worked as a field hand until the close of the war extinguished slavery. As soon as free, she determined to return, and worked to that end, but ill health several times interfered to prevent, and it was not until two weeks ago that she found her way to Lewisport, and subsequently to Owensboro, where she heard that her daughter was dead and her son, and brother, (Ed. Davis), were in Evansville, and now, after a separation of twenty-eight years, the old and broken down woman has found her son, who rejoices at the reunion, and welcomes her to his humble home.
The aged woman, after being sold to  
Alabama, was placed on a cotton farm,  
and worked as a field hand until the  
close of the war extinguished slavery.  
As soon as free, she determined to return,  
and worked to that end, but ill  
health several times interfered to prevent,  
and it was not until two weeks ago that  
she found her way to Lewisport, and  
subsequently to Owensboro, where she  
heard that her daughter was dead and  
her son, and brother, (Ed. Davis), were  
in Evansville, and now, after a separation  
of twenty-eight years, the old and broken  
down woman has found her son, who rejoices  
at the reunion, and welcomes her  
to his humble home.

Latest revision as of 19:35, 16 January 2021

A Long Lost Mother.


[Evansville Journal.]

Twenty-eight years ago Mary Stowers, a slave woman, belonging to Harrison Stowers, of Owensboro, was sold to parties living in Shelby county, Kentucky, and was with her little girl of two years taken away, leaving her boy, Willis Green, then four years old, with her former master, John Stowers, who had sold her to his brother. For some time after her sale she managed to send word to her boy occasionally, but after a couple years she was sold to the dreaded negro-traders, and was taken south, after which all trace of her was lost. The boy Willis grew to manhood, and by the events of the war became free and came to Evansville. During all these years, not having heard of his mother, he supposed her dead, but her memory was still bright, and he often thought of her as she must have suffered in the cotton-field under the lash of the cruel taskmaster.

On Monday he was almost electrified at being told that an old woman, claiming to be his mother, was in the city in search of him, but the lapse of time had been so great that he was incredulous, but faint as the hope was, he determined to follow it, and see if it should prove delusive. He went, as directed, to the house of his uncle Ed. Davis, and there met an old woman who clasped him in her arms, and wept over him as her son. To test the genuineness of her claim, Willis asked, "How do you know I am your son?" And the old woman gave her reasons, detailing facts that were known to him as having occurred. He then showed her his right hand, and asked, "Can you tell how I lost that little finger?"

"Yes," replied she, "your young master cut it off while chopping a trough," and Willis accepted the evidence as much stronger than that of the traditional strawberry mark.

The aged woman, after being sold to Alabama, was placed on a cotton farm, and worked as a field hand until the close of the war extinguished slavery. As soon as free, she determined to return, and worked to that end, but ill health several times interfered to prevent, and it was not until two weeks ago that she found her way to Lewisport, and subsequently to Owensboro, where she heard that her daughter was dead and her son, and brother, (Ed. Davis), were in Evansville, and now, after a separation of twenty-eight years, the old and broken down woman has found her son, who rejoices at the reunion, and welcomes her to his humble home.