Identifier: lifetimesoffrede1882doug (find matches)
Title: Life and times of Frederick Douglass
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Douglass, Frederick, 1818-1895
Subjects: Douglass, Frederick, 1818-1895 Antislavery movements Slavery
Publisher: Hartford, Conn. : Park
Contributing Library: Wellesley College Library
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ts, for we had not had our break-fast that morning, and divided them between Henry and John.This done, the lady made the following parting address to me,pointing her bony finger at me: You devil! you yellowdevil! It was you who put it into the heads of Henry andJohn to run away. But for you, you long-legged, yellow devil,Henry and John would never have thought of running away.I gave the lady a look which called forth from her a screamof mingled wrath and terror, as she slammed the kitchen doorand went in, leaving me, with the rest, in hands as harsh asher own broken voice. Could the kind reader have been riding along the main roadto or from Easton that morning, his eye would have met apainful sight. He would have seen five young men, guilty ofno crime save that of preferring liberty to slavery, drawn alongthe public highway—firmly bound together, tramping throughdust and heat, bare-footed and bare-headed—fastened to threestrong horses, whose riders were armed with pistols and dag-
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Driven to Jail for Running Away MORAL VULTURES. I93 gers, on their way to prison like felons, and suffering everypossible insult from the crowds of idle, vulgar people, whoclustered round, and heartlessly made their failure to escapethe occasion for all manner of ribaldry and sport. As Ilooked upon this crowd of vile persons, and saw myself andfriends thus assailed and persecuted, I could not help seeingthe fulfilment of Sandys dream. I was in the hands of moralvultures, and held in their sharp talons, and was being hurriedaway toward Easton, in a southeasterly direction, amid thejeers of new birds of the same feather, through every neigh-borhood we passed. It seemed to me that everybody was out,and knew the cause of our arrest, and awaited our passing inorder to feast their vindictive eyes on our misery. Some said UI ought to be hanged; and others, I ought tobe burned; others I ought to have the hide taken off myback; while no one gave us a kind word or sympathizinglook, except the p

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