Notwithstanding my grandmother's long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend.

No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery.

Southern women often marry a man knowing that he is the father of many little slaves. They do not trouble themselves about it.

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

For years, my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images, and to destroy the pure principles inculcated by my grandmother, and the good mistress of my childhood

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.

Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.