Frederick Douglass: “I dreaded the thought of going to live with that mysterious “old master,” whose name I never heard mentioned with…”

The father might be a white man, glorying in the purity of his Anglo-Saxon blood, and his child ranked with the blackest slaves.

For the moment the northern lamb was transformed into a lion, and his roar was terrible.

It had no interest in recognizing or preserving any of the ties that bind families together or to their homes.

We could not but believe that there existed at the South a latent and powerful Union sentiment which would assert itself at last.