It was one of those bleak and flinty nights, when prairie winds pierce like needles, and a step on the snow sounds like a file on the steel teeth of a saw.
Frederick Douglass: “It was one of those bleak and flinty nights, when prairie winds pierce like needles, and a step on the snow sounds like…”
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Douglass vividly describes the harsh winter weather he encountered while traveling for a lecture in Illinois.
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