Cruelty is contagious in uncivilized communities.

But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.

Cruelty is contagious in uncivilized communities.

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.

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

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