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

The slave girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear.

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

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

But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import

There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.

Death is better than slavery.