Frederick Douglass: “It was in the air, and men breathed it and were permeated by it, often when they were quite unconscious of its presence.”

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

Father he might be, and not be husband, and could sell his own child without incurring reproach, if in its veins coursed one drop of African blood.

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

That the mother was a slave was enough for its deadly purpose.