Cruelty is contagious in uncivilized communities.

DURING the first years of my service in Dr. Flint's family, I was accustomed to share some indulgences with the children of my mistress

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

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.

If a slave is unwilling to go with his new master, he is whipped, or locked up in jail, until he consents to go, and promises not to run away during the year.

I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.

Lives that flash in sunshine, and lives that are born in tears, receive their hue from circumstances.