There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.

When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.

Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows

My master had power and law on his side; I had a determined will. There is might in each.

The war of my life had begun; and though one of God's most powerless creatures, I resolved never to be conquered.

The slave child had no thought for the morrow; but there came that blight, which too surely waits on every human being born to be a chattel.

Dr. Flint had sworn that he would make me suffer, to my last day, for this new crime against him, as he called it; and as long as he had me in his power he kept his word