Frederick Douglass: “We kissed the hand that smote us, and spurned the hand that helped us.”

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

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

Covey succeeded in breaking me--in body, soul, and spirit.

He was called upon not merely to administer the government, but to decide, in the face of terrible odds, the fate of the Republic.