One of [the overseers] pointed out a [slave] girl—" That one is pure white; you see her hair?" (It was straight and sandy.) "She is the only one we have got."
It was not uncommon, he said, to see slaves so white that they could not be easily distinguished from pure-blooded whites. He had never been on a plantation before, that had not more than one on it.
"Now," said I, "if that girl should dress herself well, and run away, would she be suspected of being a slave?" (I could see nothing myself by which to distinguish her, as she passed, from an ordinary poor white girl.)
"Oh, yes; you might not know her if she got to the North, but any of us would know her."
"How?"
"By her language and manners."
"But if she had been brought up as house-servant?"
"Perhaps not in that case."
The other thought there would be no difficulty; you could always see a slave girl quail when you looked in her eyes.