The War Of My Life Had Begun;

Cruelty Is Contagious In Uncivilized Communities.

My Master Had Power And Law On His Side; I Had A Determined Will. There Is Might In Each.

When I Was Six Years Old, My Mother Died; And Then, For The First Time, I Learned, By The Talk Around Me, That I Was A Slave.

There Is A Great Difference Between Christianity And Religion At The South. If A Man Goes To The Communion Table, And Pays Money Into The Treasury Of The Church, No Matter If It Be The Price Of Blood, He Is Called Religious.

The Slave Child Had No Thought For The Morrow; But There Came That Blight, Which Too Surely Waits On Every Human Being Born To Be A Chattel.