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

I had crossed de line of which I had so long been dreaming. I was free; but dere was no one to welcome me to de land of freedom, I was a stranger in a strange land.

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

Never wound a snake; kill it.

I grew up like a neglected weed - ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.

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

In my dreams and visions, I seemed to see a line, and on the other side of that line were green fields, and lovely flowers, and beautiful white ladies, who stretched out their arms to me over the line, but I couldn't reach them no-how. I always fell before I got to the line.