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.
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.
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.
There must be sophistry in all this; but the condition of a slave confuses all principles of morality, and, in fact, renders the practice of them impossible.
The secrets of slavery are concealed like those of the Inquisition.
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
Hot weather brings out snakes and slaveholders, and I like one class of the venomous creatures as little as I do the other.
When my babe was born, they said it was premature. It weighed only four pounds; but God let it live.
Southern women often marry a man knowing that he is the father of many little slaves. They do not trouble themselves about it.
Notwithstanding my grandmother's long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend.
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
When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died.
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