I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person.

I had reasoned this out in my mind, there was one of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one, I would have the other.

I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything. The sun came up like gold through the trees, and over the fields, and I felt like I was in heaven.

I was the most famous conductor on the Underground Railroad.

The Lord who told me to take care of my people meant me to do it just as long as I live, and so I did what he told me.

I never ran my train off the track, and I never lost a passenger.

I grew up like a neglected weed, ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it. Then I was not happy or contented: every time I saw a white man I was afraid of being carried away.