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“Surely, little children are true.”

that human ingenuity could devise.

could not expect to be happy. We must be good; perhaps that would bring us contentment.

I wish I had died

but she has a mother’s instincts, and is capable of feeling a mother’s agonies.

an ignorant creature

God knows all about it;

The girl’s mother said, “The baby is dead, thank God; and I hope my poor child will soon be in heaven, too.”

it was a crime for a slave to tell who was the father of her child.

The poor man lived,

away from her nursing baby,

Dr. Hint

. I was frequently threatened with punishment if I stopped there; and my grandmother, to avoid detaining me, often stood at the gate with something for my breakfast or dinner

Moreover, they thought he had spoiled his children, by teaching them to feel that they were human beings.

I loved her; for she had been almost like a mother to me.

No toilsome or disagreeable duties

they were both nourished at my grandmother’s breast

unusually fortunate

They lived together in a comfortable home; and, though we were all slaves

His strongest wish was to purchase his children; but, though he several times offered his hard earnings for that purpose, he never succeeded.

but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away

to convince the people of the Free States what Slavery really is

I have not written my experiences in order to attract attention

incompetent to such an undertaking

But when was the last time Stranger Things started a civil war?

(insert your favorite widely consumed television show)

righteous indignation from the northern abolitionists, while at the same time, says Reynolds, “it stiffened the South’s resolve to defend slavery and demonize the North.”

as a whole.

A work shouldn’t be considered worthy of canonization in American Literature because of its ambiguity or complexity, but for the magnitude of impact that it made on America as a whole.

impact on a society.

the American story.

homoerotic freestyle (“Song of Myself”).

the greater became Mrs. Shelby’s dread of his succeeding in recapturing Eliza and her child,

Tom, that’s to be your young Mas’r; take good care on him,’ says she. And now I jist ask you, Mas’r, have I ever broke word to you, or gone contrary to you, ‘specially since I was a Christian?”

I’ll be free, or I’ll die!”

as much as if you’d been a white man!

“That’s easy to say for people that are sitting on their sofas and riding in their carriages;

he looked at me so mournful, as if he wondered why I didn’t save him

“I always thought that I must obey my master and mistress, or I couldn’t be a Christian.”

humane jurist

It’s a free country, sir; the man’s mine,

married

has not those temptations to hardheartedness which always overcome frail human nature when the prospect of sudden and rapid gain is weighed in the balance, with no heavier counterpoise than the interests of the helpless and unprotected.

Every man, you know, Mr. Shelby, naturally thinks well of his own ways;

“S’pose not; you Kentucky folks spile your niggers. You mean well by ‘em, but ‘tan’t no real kindness, arter all. Now, a nigger, you see, what’s got to be hacked and tumbled round the world, and sold to Tom, and Dick, and the Lord knows who, ‘tan’t no kindness to be givin’ on him notions and expectations, and bringin’ on him up too well, for the rough and tumble comes all the harder on him arter. Now, I venture to say, your niggers would be quite chop-fallen in a place where some of your plantation niggers would be singing and whooping like all possessed. Every man, you know, Mr. Shelby, naturally thinks well of his own ways; and I think I treat niggers just about as well as it’s ever worth while to treat ‘em.”

he was a good-hearted fellow,

a little humanity, thrown in along, goes a heap further than all your jawin’ and crackin’;

Perhaps you laugh too, dear reader;

And I lays it all to my management, sir; and humanity, sir, I may say, is the great pillar of my management.”

It’s always best to do the humane thing, sir; that’s been my experience.”

she screechin’ like mad all the time;—very bad policy—damages the article—makes ‘em quite unfit for service sometimes.

These critters ain’t like white folks, you know; they gets over things,

“the fact is, sir, I’m a humane man,

raise for the market.

“My wife

“I don’t want to make my fortune on her,” said Mr. Shelby, dryly; and, seeking to turn the conversation,

to identify her as its mother.

“Now, Jim,”

a quarter of an orange.

“Come here, Jim Crow,” said he. The child came up, and the master patted the curly head, and chucked him under the chin. “Now, Jim, show this gentleman how you can dance and sing.”

fire and softness,

‘Ah, master trusted me, and I couldn’t,’

I think you’re a Christian

“Some folks don’t believe there is pious niggers Shelby,”

no servants present,

American dress of precious jewels and gold

he had got his neck out of the yoke of matrimony, and could go in and out whenever he pleased, without dreading the tyranny of Dame Van Winkle.

There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence

she broke a blood-vessel in a fit of passion at a New-England peddler.”

“Where’s Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?

The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON

he called loudly for his wife and children

what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle!”

the terrors

to escape from the labor of the farm and clamor of his wife, was to take gun in hand and stroll away into the woods

terrors of a woman’s tongue?

but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family.

who take the world easy

His fences were continually falling to pieces; his cow would either go astray, or get among the cabbages; weeds were sure to grow quicker in his fields than anywhere else; the rain always made a point of setting in just as he had some out-door work to do; so that though his patrimonial estate had dwindled away under his management, acre by acre, until there was little more left than a mere patch of Indian corn and potatoes, yet it was the worst conditioned farm in the neighborhood.

The great error in Rip’s composition was an insuperable aversion to all kinds of profitable labor.

Whenever he went dodging about the village, he was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighborhood.

lay all the blame on Dame Van Winkle

evening gossipings,

A termagant wife may, therefore, in some respects, be considered a tolerable blessing; and if so, Rip Van Winkle was thrice blessed.

universal popularity

obedient hen-pecked husband

and is nobody's business

will one day cause great changes in the world.

Who can tell how far it extends?

we are the most perfect society now

a farmer who does not riot on the labour of others.

they are equitable

all respecting the laws,

great lords who possess every thing and of a herd of people who have nothing.

All the story does is reiterate the societal bounds that women and minority groups have been trying to break.

women take a passive and male-focused role

Do they not have princess-based duties

Neither Unca nor Alluca are examples of feminist characters for one simple reason: every action they both take is motivated by the pursuit of a man.

If you had asked her she would have said she did it all for love

hot and steamy

I think the best and most female empowering part of the entire courtship between Winkfield and Princess Unca is when she forgoes her entire belief system and religion to conform to Winkfield’s

hot and steamy

stolen

her assimilated

Before I knew what affliction meant, I was ready sometimes to wish for it. When I lived in prosperity, having the comforts of the world about me, my relations by me, my heart cheerful, and taking little care for anything, and yet seeing many, whom I preferred before myself, under many trials and afflictions, in sickness, weakness, poverty, losses, crosses, and cares of the world, I should be sometimes jealous least I should have my portion in this life, and that Scripture would come to my mind,

strangely did the Lord provide for them; that I did not see (all the time I was among them) one man, woman, or child, die with hunger.

Then I took it of the child, and eat it myself, and savory it was to my taste.

Englishman stripped naked, and lying dead upon the ground, but knew not who it was.

So like were these barbarous creatures to him who was a liar

for which she gave me a mess of broth,

But a sore time of trial, I concluded, I had to go through, my master being gone, who seemed to me the best friend that I had of an Indian, both in cold and hunger, and quickly so it proved.

yet back again I must go

But the thoughts of my going homeward

This morning I asked my master whether he would sell me to my husband.

the first time to my remembrance, that I wept before them.

I was somewhat favored in my load; I carried only my knitting work and two quarts of parched meal.

I had my Bible with me,

some Englishmen’s scalps that they had taken (as their manner is) and brought with them.

The occasion of his coming to see me at this time, was this: there was, as I said, about six miles from us, a small plantation of Indians, where it seems he had been during his captivity; and at this time, there were some forces of the Ind. gathered out of our company, and some also from them (among whom was my son’s master) to go to assault and burn Medfield. In this time of the absence of his master, his dame brought him to see me. I took this to be some gracious answer to my earnest and unfeigned desire. The next day, viz. to this, the Indians returned from Medfield, all the company, for those that belonged to the other small company, came through the town that now we were at. But before they came to us, Oh! the outrageous roaring and hooping that there was. They began their din about a mile before they came to us.

the wilderness

When I had been at my master’s wigwam, I took the first opportunity I could get to go look after my dead child.

but I was sold to him by another Narragansett Indian, who took me when first I came out of the garrison)

and married King Philip’s wife’s sister;

end my own miserable life.

her

they, like inhumane creatures, laughed,

God was with me in a wonderful manner, carrying me along, and bearing up my spirit, that it did not quite fail.