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Large Format for easy reading. Douglass was among the most prominent African-Americans of his time, and one of the most influential lecturers and authors in American history. His most well-known work is his first autobiography, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave. Critics frequently attacked the book as inauthentic, not believing that a black man could have produced so eloquent a piece of literature. It was an immediate bestseller. My Bondage and My Freedom, written ten years later is ...
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Large Format for easy reading. Douglass was among the most prominent African-Americans of his time, and one of the most influential lecturers and authors in American history. His most well-known work is his first autobiography, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave. Critics frequently attacked the book as inauthentic, not believing that a black man could have produced so eloquent a piece of literature. It was an immediate bestseller. My Bondage and My Freedom, written ten years later is his most accomplished autobiographical account of his life on literary and philosophical terms.
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  • ISBN-13: 9781406502046
  • Publisher: Dodo Press
  • Publication date: 10/25/2005
  • Pages: 316
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 0.71 (d)

Meet the Author

Frederick Douglass, an outspoken abolitionist, was born into slavery in 1818 and, after his escape in 1838, repeatedly risked his own freedom as an antislavery lecturer, writer, and publisher.

John David Smith is Distinguished Professor of History and Director of the Masters in Public History Program at North Carolina State University.

Biography

Frederick Augustus Washington Bailey was born a slave in Tuckahoe, Maryland, in February 1818. He became a leading abolitionist and women's rights advocate and one of the most influential public speakers and writers of the nineteenth century.

Frederick's mother, Harriet Bailey, was a slave; his father was rumored to be Aaron Anthony, manager for the large Lloyd plantation in St. Michaels, Maryland, and his mother's master. Frederick lived away from the plantation with his grandparents, Isaac and Betsey Bailey, until he was six years old, when he was sent to work for Anthony.

When Frederick was eight, he was sent to Baltimore as a houseboy for Hugh Auld, a shipbuilder related to the Anthony family through marriage. Auld's wife, Sophia, began teaching Frederick to read, but Auld, who believed that a literate slave was a dangerous slave, stopped the lessons. From that point on, Frederick viewed education and knowledge as a path to freedom. He continued teaching himself to read; in 1831 he bought a copy of The Columbian Orator, an anthology of great speeches, which he studied closely.

In 1833 Frederick was sent from Auld's relatively peaceful home back to St. Michaels to work in the fields. He was soon hired out to Edward Covey, a notorious "slave-breaker" who beat him brutally in an effort to crush his will. However, on an August afternoon in 1934, Frederick stood up to Covey and beat him in a fight. This was a turning point, Douglass has said, in his life as a slave; the experience reawakened his desire and drive for liberty.

In 1838 Frederick Bailey escaped from slavery by using the papers of a free seaman. He traveled north to New York City, where Anna Murray soon joined him. Later that year, Frederick and Anna married and moved to New Bedford, Massachusetts. Though settled in the North, Frederick was a fugitive, technically still Auld's property. To protect himself, he became Frederick Douglass, a name inspired by a character in Sir Walter Scott's poem Lady of the Lake.

Douglass began speaking against slavery at abolitionist meetings and soon gained a reputation as a brilliant orator. In 1841 he began working full-time as an abolitionist lecturer, touring with one of the leading activists of the day, William Lloyd Garrison.

Douglass published his first autobiography, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave, in 1845. The book became an immediate sensation and was widely read both in America and abroad. Its publication, however, jeopardized his freedom by exposing his true identity. To avoid capture as a fugitive slave, Douglass spent the next several years touring and speaking in England and Ireland. In 1846, two friends purchased his freedom. Douglass returned to America, an internationally renowned abolitionist and orator.

Douglass addressed the first Women's Rights Convention in Seneca Falls, New York, in 1848. This began his long association with the women's rights movement, including friendships with such well-known suffragists as Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton.

During the mid-1840s Douglass began to break ideologically from William Lloyd Garrison. Whereas Garrison's abolitionist sentiments were based in moral exhortation, Douglass was coming to believe that change would occur through political means. He became increasingly involved in antislavery politics with the Liberty and Free-Soil Parties. In 1847 Douglass established and edited the politically oriented, antislavery newspaper the North Star.

During the Civil War, President Lincoln called upon Douglass to advise him on emancipation issues. In addition, Douglass worked hard to secure the rights of blacks to enlist; when the Fifty-fourth Massachusetts Volunteers was established as the first black regiment, he traveled throughout the North recruiting volunteers. Mo< Douglass's governmental involvement extended far beyond Lincoln's tenure. He was consulted by the next five presidents and served as secretary of the Santo Domingo Commission (1871), marshal of the District of Columbia (1877-1881), recorder of deeds for the District of Columbia (1881-1886), and minister to Haiti (1889-1891). A year before his death Douglass delivered an important speech, "The Lessons of the Hour," a denunciation of lynchings in the United States.

On February 20, 1896, Frederick Douglass died of a heart attack. His death triggered an outpouring of grief and mourning; black schools in Washington, D.C. closed for a day, and thousands of children were taken to the Metropolitan African Methodist Episcopal Church to view his open casket. In his third autobiography, Douglass succinctly and aptly summarized his life; writing that he had "lived several lives in one: first, the life of slavery; secondly, the life of a fugitive from slavery; thirdly, the life of comparative freedom; fourthly, the life of conflict and battle; and fifthly, the life of victory, if not complete, at least assured."

Author biography from the Barnes & Noble Classics edition of Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave.

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Douglass's mother Harriet referred to Frederick as her "little Valentine," so he unofficially adopted February 14th as his birthday.

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    1. Also Known As:
      Frederick Augustus Washington Bailey (birth name)
    2. Hometown:
      Tuckahoe, Maryland
    1. Date of Birth:
      1818
    1. Date of Death:
      February 20, 1895
    2. Place of Death:
      Washington, D.C.

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My Bondage and My Freedom


By Frederick Douglass

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Chapter One

Life as a Slave.

The Author's Childhood.

PLACE OF BIRTH - CHARACTER OF THE DISTRICT - TUCKAHOE - ORIGIN OF THE NAME - CHOPTANK RIVER - TIME OF BIRTH - GENEALOGICAL TREES - MODE OF COUNTING TIME - NAMES OF GRANDPARENTS - THEIR POSITION - GRANDMOTHER ESPECIALLY ESTEEMED - "BORN TO GOOD LUCK" - SWEET POTATOES - SUPERSTITION - THE LOG CABIN - ITS CHARMS - SEPARATING CHILDREN - AUTHOR'S AUNTS - THEIR NAMES - FIRST KNOWLEDGE OF BEING A SLAVE - "OLD MASTER" - GRIEFS AND JOYS OF CHILDHOOD - COMPARATIVE HAPPINESS OF THE SLAVE-BOY AND THE SON OF A SLAVEHOLDER.

In Talbot county, Eastern Shore, Maryland, near Easton, the county town of that county, there is a small district of country, thinly populated, and remarkable for nothing that I know of more than for the worn-out, sandy, desert-like appearance of its soil, the general dilapidation of its farms and fences, the indigent and spiritless character of its inhabitants, and the prevalence of ague and fever.

The name of this singularly unpromising and truly famine stricken district is Tuckahoe, a name well known to all Marylanders, black and white. It was given to this section of country probably, at the first, merely in derision; or it may possibly have been applied to it, as I have heard, because some one of its earlier inhabitants had been guilty of the petty meanness of stealing a hoe - or taking a hoe - that did not belong to him. Eastern Shore men usually pronounce the word took, as tuck; Took-a-hoe, therefore, is, in Maryland parlance, Tuckahoe. But, whatever may have been its origin - and about this I will not be positive - that name has stuck to the district in question; and it is seldom mentioned but with contempt and derision, on account of the barrenness of its soil, and the ignorance, indolence, and poverty of its people. Decay and ruin are everywhere visible, and the thin population of the place would have quitted it long ago, but for the Choptank river, which runs through it, from which they take abundance of shad and herring, and plenty of ague and fever.

It was in this dull, flat, and unthrifty district, or neighborhood, surrounded by a white population of the lowest order, indolent and drunken to a proverb, and among slaves, who seemed to ask, "Oh! what's the use?" every time they lifted a hoe, that I - without any fault of mine - was born, and spent the first years of my childhood.

The reader will pardon so much about the place of my birth, on the score that it is always a fact of some importance to know where a man is born, if, indeed, it be important to know anything about him. In regard to the time of my birth, I cannot be as definite as I have been respecting the place. Nor, indeed, can I impart much knowledge concerning my parents. Genealogical trees do not flourish among slaves. A person of some consequence here in the north, sometimes designated father, is literally abolished in slave law and slave practice. It is only once in a while that an exception is found to this statement. I never met with a slave who could tell me how old he was. Few slave-mothers know anything of the months of the year, nor of the days of the month. They keep no family records, with marriages, births, and deaths. They measure the ages of their children by spring time, winter time, harvest time, planting time, and the like; but these soon become undistinguishable and forgotten. Like other slaves, I cannot tell how old I am. This destitution was among my earliest troubles. I learned when I grew up, that my master - and this is the case with masters generally - allowed no questions to be put to him, by which a slave might learn his age. Such questions are deemed evidence of impatience, and even of impudent curiosity. From certain events, however, the dates of which I have since learned, I suppose myself to have been born about the year 1817.

The first experience of life with me that I now remember - and I remember it but hazily - began in the family of my grandmother and grandfather, Betsey and Isaac Baily. They were quite advanced in life, and had long lived on the spot where they then resided. They were considered old settlers in the neighborhood and, from certain circumstances, I infer that my grandmother, especially, was held in high esteem, far higher than is the lot of most colored persons in the slave states. She was a good nurse, and a capital hand at making nets for catching shad and herring; and these nets were in great demand, not only in Tuckahoe, but at Denton and Hillsboro, neighboring villages. She was not only good at making the nets, but was also somewhat famous for her good fortune in taking the fishes referred to. I have known her to be in the water half the day. Grandmother was likewise more provident than most of her neighbors in the preservation of seedling sweet potatoes, and it happened to her - as it will happen to any careful and thrifty person residing in an ignorant and improvident community - to enjoy the reputation of having been born to "good luck." Her "good luck" was owing to the exceeding care which she took in preventing the succulent root from getting bruised in the digging, and in placing it beyond the reach of frost, by actually burying it under the hearth of her cabin during the winter months. In the time of planting sweet potatoes, "Grandmother Betty," as she was familiarly called, was sent for in all directions, simply to place the seedling potatoes in the hills; for superstition had it, that if "Grandmamma Betty but touches them at planting, they will be sure to grow and flourish." This high reputation was full of advantage to her, and to the children around her. Though Tuckahoe had but few of the good things of life, yet of such as it did possess grandmother got a full share, in the way of presents. If good potato crops came after her planting, she was not forgotten by those for whom she planted; and as she was remembered by others, so she remembered the hungry little ones around her.

The dwelling of my grandmother and grandfather had few pretensions. It was a log hut, or cabin, built of clay, wood, and straw. At a distance it resembled - though it was much smaller, less commodious and less substantial - the cabins erected in the western states by the first settlers. To my child's eye, however, it was a noble structure, admirably adapted to promote the comforts and conveniences of its inmates. A few rough, Virginia fence-rails, flung loosely over the rafters above, answered the triple purpose of floors, ceilings, and bedsteads. To be sure, this upper apartment was reached only by a ladder - but what in the world for climbing could be better than a ladder? To me, this ladder was really a high invention, and possessed a sort of charm as I played with delight upon the rounds of it. In this little hut there was a large family of children: I dare not say how many. My grandmother - whether because too old for field service, or because she had so faithfully discharged the duties of her station in early life, I know not - enjoyed the high privilege of living in a cabin, separate from the quarter, with no other burden than her own support, and the necessary care of the little children, imposed. She evidently esteemed it a great fortune to live so. The children were not her own, but her grandchildren - the children of her daughters. She took delight in having them around her, and in attending to their few wants. The practice of separating children from their mothers, and hiring the latter out at distances too great to admit of their meeting, except at long intervals, is a marked feature of the cruelty and barbarity of the slave system. But it is in harmony with the grand aim of slavery, which, always and everywhere, is to reduce man to a level with the brute. It is a successful method of obliterating from the mind and heart of the slave, all just ideas of the sacredness of the family, as an institution.

Most of the children, however, in this instance, being the children of my grandmother's daughters, the notions of family, and the reciprocal duties and benefits of the relation, had a better chance of being understood than where children are placed - as they often are - in the hands of strangers, who have no care for them, apart from the wishes of their masters. The daughters of my grandmother were five in number. Their names were JENNY, ESTHER, MILLY, PRISCILLA, and HARRIET. The daughter last named was my mother, of whom the reader shall learn more by-and by.

Living here, with my dear old grandmother and grandfather, it was a long time before I knew myself to be a slave. I knew many other things before I knew that. Grandmother and grandfather were the greatest people in the world to me; and being with them so snugly in their own little cabin - I supposed it be their own - knowing no higher authority over me or the other children than the authority of grandmamma, for a time there was nothing to disturb me; but, as I grew larger and older, I learned by degrees the sad fact, that the "little hut," and the lot on which it stood, belonged not to my dear old grandparents, but to some person who lived a great distance off, and who was called, by grandmother, "OLD MASTER." I further learned the sadder fact, that not only the house and lot, but that grandmother herself, (grandfather was free,) and all the little children around her, belonged to this mysterious personage, called by grandmother, with every mark of reverence, "Old Master." Thus early did clouds and shadows begin to fall upon my path. Once on the track - troubles never come singly - I was not long in finding out another fact, still more grievous to my childish heart. I was told that this "old master," whose name seemed ever to be mentioned with fear and shuddering, only allowed the children to live with grandmother for a limited time, and that in fact as soon as they were big enough, they were promptly taken away, to live with the said "old master." These were distressing revelations indeed; and though I was quite too young to comprehend the full import of the intelligence, and mostly spent my childhood days in gleesome sports with the other children, a shade of disquiet rested upon me.

The absolute power of this distant "old master" had touched my young spirit with but the point of its cold, cruel iron, and left me something to brood over after the play and in moments of repose. Grandmammy was, indeed, at that time, all the world to me; and the thought of being separated from her, in any considerable time, was more than an unwelcome intruder. It was intolerable.

Children have their sorrows as well as men and women; and it would be well to remember this in our dealings with them. SLAVE-children are children, and prove no exceptions to the general rule. The liability to be separated from my grandmother, seldom or never to see her again, haunted me. I dreaded the thought of going to live with that mysterious "old master," whose name I never heard mentioned with affection, but always with fear. I look back to this as among the heaviest of my childhood's sorrows. My grandmother! my grandmother! and the little hut, and the joyous circle under her care, but especially she, who made us sorry when she left us but for an hour, and glad on her return - how could I leave her and the good old home?

But the sorrows of childhood, like the pleasures of after life, are transient. It is not even within the power of slavery to write indelible sorrow, at a single dash, over the heart of a child.

The tear down childhood's cheek that flows,
Is like the dew-drop on the rose -
When next the summer breeze comes by,
And waves the bush - the flower is dry.

There is, after all, but little difference in the measure of contentment felt by the slave-child neglected and the slaveholder's child cared for and petted. The spirit of the All Just mercifully holds the balance for the young.

The slaveholder, having nothing to fear from impotent childhood, easily affords to refrain from cruel inflictions; and if cold and hunger do not pierce the tender frame, the first seven or eight years of the slave-boy's life are about as full of sweet content as those of the most favored and petted white children of the slaveholder. The slave-boy escapes many troubles which befall and vex his white brother. He seldom has to listen to lectures on propriety of behavior, or on anything else. He is never chided for handling his little knife and fork improperly or awkwardly, for he uses none. He is never reprimanded for soiling the table-cloth, for he takes his meals on the clay floor. He never has the misfortune, in his games or sports, of soiling or tearing his clothes, for he has almost none to soil or tear. He is never expected to act like a nice little gentleman, for he is only a rude little slave. Thus, freed from all restraint, the slave-boy can be, in his life and conduct, a genuine boy, doing whatever his boyish nature suggests; enacting, by turns, all the strange antics and freaks of horses, dogs, pigs, and barn-door fowls, without in any manner compromising his dignity, or incurring reproach of any sort. He literally runs wild; has no pretty little verses to learn in the nursery; no nice little speeches to make for aunts, uncles, or cousins, to show how smart he is; and, if he can only manage to keep out of the way of the heavy feet and fists of the older slave boys, he may trot on, in his joyous and roguish tricks, as happy as any little heathen under the palm trees of Africa. To be sure, he is occasionally reminded, when he stumbles in the path of his master - and this he early learns to avoid - that he is eating his "white bread," and that he will be made to "see sights" by-and-by. The threat is soon forgotten; the shadow soon passes, and our sable boy continues to roll in the dust, or play in the mud, as bests suits him, and in the veriest freedom. If he feels uncomfortable, from mud or from dust, the coast is clear; he can plunge into the river or the pond, without the ceremony of undressing, or the fear of wetting his clothes; his little tow-linen shirt - for that is all he has on - is easily dried; and it needed ablution as much as did his skin. His food is of the coarsest kind, consisting for the most part of cornmeal mush, which often finds it way from the wooden tray to his mouth in an oyster shell. His days, when the weather is warm, are spent in the pure, open air, and in the bright sunshine. He always sleeps in airy apartments; he seldom has to take powders, or to be paid to swallow pretty little sugar-coated pills, to cleanse his blood, or to quicken his appetite. He eats no candies; gets no lumps of loaf sugar; always relishes his food; cries but little, for nobody cares for his crying; learns to esteem his bruises but slight, because others so esteem them. In a word, he is, for the most part of the first eight years of his life, a spirited, joyous uproarious, and happy boy, upon whom troubles fall only like water on a duck's back.

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Table of Contents

Editor's Preface 1
Introduction 5
Life as a Slave
Chapter I. The Author's Childhood
Place of Birth 21
Character of the District 21
Time of Birth--My Grandparents 21
Character of My Grandmother 23
The Log Cabin--Its Charms 23
First Knowledge of Being a Slave 24
Old Master--Griefs and Joys of Childhood 25
Comparative Happiness of the Slave-Boy and His White Brother 25
Chapter II. The Author Removed from His First Home
The Name "Old Master" a Terror 29
Home Attractions--Dread of Being Removed from Tuckahoe 30
The Journey to Col. Lloyd's Plantation 31
Scene on Reaching Old Master's 32
First Meeting with My Brothers and Sisters 32
Departure of Grandmother--Author's Grief 33
Chapter III. The Author's Parentage
Author's Father Shrouded in Mystery 35
My Mother--Her Personal Appearance 36
Her Situation--Visits to Her Boy 37
Cruelty of "Aunt Katy"--Threatened Starvation 38
My Mother's Interference 39
Her Death 39
Her Love of Knowledge 40
Penalty for Having a White Father 40
Chapter IV. A General Survey of the Slave Plantation
Slaveholding Cruelty Restrained by Public Opinion 43
Isolation of Lloyd's Plantation 44
Beyond the Reach of Public Opinion 45
Religion and Politics Alike Excluded 45
Natural and Artificial Charms of the Place 46
The "Great House" 47
Etiquette among Slaves 49
The Comic Slave-Doctor 50
Praying and Flogging 50
Business of Old Master 52
Sufferings from Hunger 53
Jargon of the Plantation 54
Family of Col. Lloyd--Mas' Daniel 55
Family of Old Master--Social Position 55
Chapter V. Gradual Initiation into the Mysteries of Slavery
Growing Acquaintance with Old Master--His Character 57
Evils of Unrestrained Passion--A Man of Trouble 58
Supposed Obtuseness of Slave-Children 58
Brutal Outrage on My Aunt Milly by a Drunken Overseer 59
Slaveholders' Impatience at Appeals Against Cruelty 59
Wisdom of Appealing to Superiors 60
Attempt to Break Up a Courtship 62
Slavery Destroys All Incentives to a Virtuous Life 62
A Harrowing Scene 63
Chapter VI. Treatment of Slaves on Lloyd's Plantation
The Author's Early Reflections on Slavery 65
Conclusions at Which he Arrived 65
Presentiment of One Day Being a Freeman 66
Combat Between an Overseer and a Slave-Woman 67
Nelly's Noble Resistance 68
Advantages of Resistance 69
Mr. Sevier, the Brutal Overseer, and His Successors 70
Allowance-Day on the Home Plantation 70
The Singing of the Slaves No Proof of Contentment 71
Food and Clothing of the Slaves 73
Naked Children 74
Nursing Children Carried to the Field 75
Description of the Cowskin 75
Manner of Making the Ash Cake--The Dinner Hour 75
Contrast at the Great House 77
Chapter VII. Life in the Great House
Comfort and Luxuries--Elaborate Expenditure 79
Men and Maid Servants--Black Aristocracy 81
Stable and Carriage House 81
Deceptive Character of Slavery 82
Slaves and Slaveholders Alike Unhappy 82
Fretfulness and Capriciousness of Slaveholders 82
Whipping of Old Barney by Col. Lloyd 83
William Wilks, a Supposed Son of Col. Lloyd 84
Curious Incident--Penalty of Telling the Truth 86
Preference of Slaves for Rich Masters 87
Chapter VIII. A Chapter of Horrors
Austin Gore--Sketch of His Character 89
Absolute Power of Overseers 90
Murder of Denby--How It Occurred 91
How Gore Made Peace with Col. Lloyd 92
Murder of a Slave-Girl by Mrs. Hicks 93
No Laws for the Protection of Slaves Can Be Enforced 95
Chapter IX. Personal Treatment of the Author
Miss Lucretia Auld--Her Kindness 97
A Battle with "Ike," and Its Consequences 98
Beams of Sunlight 99
Suffering from Cold--How We Took Our Meals 99
Orders to Prepare to Go to Baltimore--Extraordinary Cleansing 100
Cousin Tom's Description of Baltimore 101
The Journey 102
Arrival at Baltimore 103
Kindness of My New Mistress--Little Tommy 103
A Turning Point in My History 104
Chapter X. Life in Baltimore
City Annoyances--Plantation Regrets 105
My Improved Condition 105
Character of My New Master, Hugh Auld 106
My Occupation--Increased Sensitiveness 107
Commencement of Learning to Read--Why Discontinued 108
Master Hugh's Exposition of the True Philosophy of Slavery 108
Increased Determination to Learn 109
Contrast between City and Plantation Slaves 110
Mrs. Hamilton's Brutal Treatment of Her Slaves 110
Chapter XI. "A Change Came o'er the Spirit of my Dream."
Knowledge Acquired by Stealth 113
My Mistress--Her Slaveholding Duties 113
Deplorable Effects on Her Character 114
How I Pursued My Education--My Tutors 116
My Deliberations on the Character of Slavery 116
The Columbian Orator and Its Lessons 117
Speeches of Chatham, Sheridan, Pitt, and Fox 118
Knowledge Ever Increasing--My Eyes Opened 119
How I Pined for Liberty 120
Dissatisfaction of My Poor Mistress 120
Chapter XII. Religious Nature Awakened
Abolitionists Spoken of 123
Eagerness to Know What the Word Meant 123
The Enigma Solved--Turner's Insurrection 125
First Awakened on the Subject of Religion 125
My Friend Lawson--His Character and Occupation 126
Comfort Derived from His Teaching 126
New Hopes and Aspirations 127
The Irishmen on the Wharf--Their Sympathy 128
How I Learned to Write 128
Chapter XIII. The Vicissitudes of Slave Life
Death of Young Master Richard 131
Author's Presence Required at the Division of Old Master's Property 132
Attachment of Slaves to Their Homes 133
Sad Prospects and Grief 133
General Dread of Master Andrew--His Cruelty 134
Return to Baltimore--Death of Mistress Lucretia 135
My Poor Old Grandmother--Her Sad Fate 136
Second Marriage of Master Thomas 137
Again Removed from Master Hugh's 137
Regrets at Leaving Baltimore 138
A Plan of Escape Entertained 139
Chapter XIV. Experience in St. Michael's
The Village and Its Inhabitants 141
Meteoric Phenomena--Author's Impressions 141
Character of My New Master and Mistress 142
Allowance of Food--Sufferings from Hunger 143
Stealing and Its Vindication 144
A New Profession of Faith 145
Morality of Free Society Has No Application to Slave Society 145
Southern Camp-Meeting--Master Thomas Professes Conversion 147
Hopes and Suspicions 148
The Result--Faith and Works Entirely at Variance 148
No More Meal Brought from the Mill--Methodist Preachers 149
Their Utter Disregard of the Slaves--An Exception 150
A Sabbath School Instituted 151
How Broken Up and by Whom 152
Cruel Treatment of Cousin Henny by Master Thomas 152
Differences with Master Thomas, and the Consequences 153
Edward Covey--His Character 154
Chapter XV. Covey, the Negro Breaker
Journey to My New Master's 155
Meditations by the Way 155
View of Covey's Residence--The Family 156
Awkwardness as a Field Hand 157
First Adventure at Ox Driving 157
Unruly Animals--Hair-Breadth Escapes 159
Oxen and Men--Points of Similarity 160
Sent Back to the Woods 161
Covey's Manner of Proceeding to Whip 161
His Cunning and Trickery--Severe Labor 162
Family Worship 163
Shocking Contempt for Chastity--An Illustration 164
Author Broken Down--His Only Leisure Time 165
Freedom of the Ships and His Own Slavery Contrasted 165
Anguish beyond Description 167
Chapter XVI. Another Pressure of the Tyrant's Vice
Experience at Covey's Summed Up 169
Scene in the Treading Yard 170
Author Taken Ill 170
Unusual Brutality of Covey 171
Escape to St. Michael's--Suffering in the Woods 172
The Case Prejudged--Driven Back to Covey's 174
Circumstances Narrated to Master Thomas--His Bearing 175
Chapter XVII. The Last Flogging
A Sleepless Night--Return to Covey's 177
His Conduct--Again Escape to the Woods 178
Deplorable Spectacle--Night in the Woods 178
An Alarm--A Friend, Not an Enemy 179
Sandy's Hospitality--The Ash Cake Supper 180
A Conjuror--His Advice--The Magic Root 180
Want of Faith--The Talisman Accepted 181
Meeting with Covey--His Sunday Face 182
His Manner on Monday--A Defensive Resolve 182
A Rough and Tumble Fight 183
Unexpected Resistance 184
Covey's Ineffectual Commands for Assistance 184
The Victory and its Results 186
Effects upon My Own Character 186
Chapter XVIII. New Relations and Duties
Change of Masters--Resolve to Fight My Way 189
Ability to Read a Cause of Prejudice 190
Manner of Spending the Holidays 190
The Effects--Sharp Hit at Slavery 191
A Device of Slavery 192
Difference between Master Freeland and Covey 194
An Irreligious Master Preferred--The Reasons Why 195
The Reverend Rigby Hopkins 195
Catalogue of Floggable Offenses 196
Rivalry among Slaves Encouraged 197
Improved Condition at Freeland's 198
Reasons for Continued Discontent 198
Congenial Society--The Sabbath School 199
Its Members--Necessity for Secrecy 200
Affectionate Relations of Master and Pupils 202
Confidence and Friendship among Slaves 202
Slavery the Inviter of Vengeance 202
Chapter XIX. The Run-Away Plot
New Year's Thoughts and Reflections 205
Again Hired by Freeland 206
Still Devising Plans for Gaining Freedom 206
A Solemn Vow--Plan Divulged to the Slaves 207
Arguments in Its Support--The Scheme Gains Favor 208
Danger of Discovery--Difficulty of Concealment 209
Skill of Slaveholders--Suspicion and Coercion 209
Hymns with a Double Meaning 210
Author's Confederates--His Influence over Them 211
Preliminary Consultations--Pass-Words 212
Conflict of Hopes and Fears--Ignorance of Geography 212
Survey of Imaginary Difficulties 213
Effect upon Our Minds 213
Sandy Becomes a Dreamer 215
Route to the North Laid Out--Objections Considered 215
Frauds Practiced on Freeman--Passes Written 216
Anxieties as the Time Drew Near 217
Appeals to Comrades--A Presentiment 218
The Betrayal Discovered 218
Manner of Arresting Us 219
Resistance Made by Henry Harris--Its Effects 220
Unique Speech of Mrs. Freeland 222
Our Sad Procession to Easton 222
Passes Eaten--The Examination at St. Michael's 223
No Evidence Produced--Who Was the Betrayer? 224
Dragged Behind Horses--The Jail a Relief 224
A New Set of Tormentors 225
Release of My Companions 226
Author Taken Out of Prison and Sent to Baltimore 227
Chapter XX. Apprenticeship Life
Nothing Lost by the Attempt to Run Away 229
Reasons for Sending the Author Away 230
Unlooked for Clemency in Master Thomas 230
Return to Baltimore--Change in Little Tommy 231
Trials in Gardiner's Ship Yard 231
Desperate F
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  • Posted February 17, 2009

    Sad Yet Informal

    ladies and gentlemen frederick douglass has done it all! he was an advisor to lincoln, orator and runaway slave. this is a great resd for those who love historicsl nonfiction. He takes you through all of his ups and downs. he gives you an amazing view of what his life was like as a slave. chilling at some moments but this book shows how far anyone can go if they put their mind to it.

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2008

    THE TRUTH

    Everyone should read this book if they what to know the truth about african-american history!!this is a candid picture of what went on in the 1800's .The book is also written by a slave.If you don't know your history it will repeat itself!!

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2012

    Scan issues.

    Scan issues.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 16, 2012

    Amazing - the injustice of slavery escapes to freedom.

    I loved this book. What I found most amazing was that this book was written by a man who was bred soley for the purpose of slavery. He was intentionally kept low, uneducated, spiritually weakened, yet he had the incredible mind to see through the lies. Though raised to be inferior, Douglass had the clarity of mind to see his life being worth far more than what his oppressors knowingly and intentionally perpetuated. This man was absolutely brilliant.

    The first three-quarters are very interesting, though, I felt that it sort of lost its fizzle toward the end.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted September 23, 2012

    Definitely would not recommend this book. Scan issues.

    Definitely would not recommend this book. Scan issues.

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    Posted September 11, 2012

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    Too many errors. :(

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    Posted September 4, 2011

    This is not a one

    Awesome this is a great book

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