Frederick Douglass: “His labor made him a slave, and his labor can, if he will, make him free, comfortable, and independent.”

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

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

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

Our very lack of preparation for the conflict disposed us to look for some other than the way of blood out of the difficulty.