Frederick Douglass: “In the midst of human brothers, and yet more fearful of them than of hungry wolves!”

The black man (unlike the Indian) loves civilization.

Treason had shot its poisonous roots deeper, and had spread its death-dealing branches further than any northern calculation had covered.

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

The friendless and hungry boy, in his extremest need, found himself in the strong protecting arms of his mother.