The story of Frederick Douglass's life as told in "Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass" is powerful testimony to the horrors of slavery and the bravery of one man to rise to become a statesman and advocate for his people (etext found
There were four slaves of us in the kitchen--my sister Eliza, my aunt Priscilla, Henny, and myself; and we were allowed less than a half of a bushel of corn-meal per week, and very little else, either in the shape of meat or vegetables. It was not enough for us to
My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect
languished, the disposition to read departed, the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me; and behold a man transformed into a brute!
He told me, with great
solemnity, I must go back to Covey; but that before I went, I must go with him into another part of the woods, where there was a certain ROOT, which, if I would take some of it with me, carrying it ALWAYS ON MY RIGHT SIDE, would render it impossible for Mr. Covey, or any other white man, to whip me.
Does he ever venture to suggest a different mode of doing things from that pointed out by his master? He is indeed
presumptuous, and getting above himself; and nothing less than a flogging will do for him.
I held my Sabbath school at the house of a free colored man, whose name I deem it
imprudent to mention; for should it be known, it might embarrass him greatly, though the crime of holding the school was committed ten years ago.
inflict a heavy blow on, with the hand, a tool, or a weapon
When I think that these precious souls are to-day shut up in the prison-house of slavery, my feelings overcome me, and I am almost ready to ask, "Does a righteous God govern the universe? and for what does he hold the thunders in his right hand, if not to
smite the oppressor, and deliver the spoiled out of the hand of the spoiler?"
On the other hand, away back in the dim distance, under the flickering light of the north star, behind some craggy hill or snow-covered mountain, stood a doubtful freedom--half frozen--
beckoning us to come and share its hospitality.
They began to put on airs, and talk about the "niggers" taking the country, saying we all ought to be killed; and, being encouraged by the journeymen, they commenced making my condition as hard as they could, by
hectoring me around, and sometimes striking me.