The Beautiful Spring Came; And When Nature

Notwithstanding My Grandmother's Long And Faithful Service To Her Owners, Not One Of Her Children Escaped The Auction Block. These God-breathing Machines Are No More, In The Sight Of Their Masters, Than The Cotton They Plant, Or The Horses They Tend.

The Secrets Of Slavery Are Concealed Like Those Of The Inquisition.

During The First Years Of My Service In Dr. Flint's Family, I Was Accustomed To Share Some Indulgences With The Children Of My Mistress

I Was Born A Slave; But I Never Knew It Till Six Years Of Happy Childhood Had Passed Away

When I Was Nearly Twelve Years Old, My Kind Mistress Sickened And Died.