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

Death is better than slavery.

I WAS born a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away

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.

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

Hot weather brings out snakes and slaveholders, and I like one class of the venomous creatures as little as I do the other.

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.