W.E.B. Du Bois: “We would see spring, summer, and the red riot of autumn, and then in winter, beneath the soft white snow, sleep and…”

So the Cotton Kingdom still lives; the world still bows beneath her sceptre.

The first decade was merely a prolongation of the vain search for freedom, the boon that seemed ever barely to elude their grasp,—like a tantalizing will-o’-the-wisp, maddening and misleading the headless host.

Many of the worst characteristics of the Negro masses of to-day had their seed in this period of the slave’s ethical growth.

Three things characterized this religion of the slave,—the Preacher, the Music, and the Frenzy.