Frederick Douglass: “They were mere hucksters of the slave produce of Maryland and Virginia--coarse, cruel, and swaggering bullies, whose…”

I wished it was possible I could remain small all my life, knowing that the sooner I grew large the shorter would be my time to remain with them.

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

A son of toil himself, he was linked in brotherly sympathy with the sons of toil in every loyal part of the republic.

I believed I should get enough to eat at Covey’s, even if I suffered in other respects, and this to a hungry man is not a prospect to be regarded with indifference.