There was once a slave ... : $b The heroic story of Frederick DouglassDu Bois, Shirley Graham
History
There was once a slave ... : $b The heroic story of Frederick Douglass
Du Bois, Shirley Graham
Douglass, Frederick, 1818-1895
“My first meal passed under the misnomer of tea.... It consisted of
beef-soup, cabbage, and potatoes--a meal such as a man might relish
after following the plow all day or performing a forced march of a
dozen miles over a rough road in frosty weather. Innocent of paint,
veneering, varnish, or table-cloth, the table announced itself
unmistakably of pine and of the plainest workmanship. There was no
hired help visible. The mother, daughters, and sons did the serving,
and did it well. They were evidently used to it, and had no thought of
any impropriety or degradation in being their own servants. It is said
that a house in some measure reflects the character of its occupants;
this one certainly did. In it there were no disguises, no illusions, no
make-believes. Everything implied stern truth, solid purpose, and rigid
economy. I was not long in company with the master of this house before
I discovered that he was indeed the master of it, and was likely to
become mine too if I stayed long enough with him....
“In person he was lean, strong and sinewy, of the best New England
mold, built for times of trouble and fitted to grapple with the
flintiest hardships. Clad in plain American woolen, shod in boots of
cowhide leather, and wearing a cravat of the same substantial material,
under six feet high, less than one hundred and fifty pounds in weight,
aged about fifty, he presented a figure straight and symmetrical as
a mountain pine. His bearing was singularly impressive. His head was
not large, but compact and high. His hair was coarse, strong, slightly
gray and closely trimmed, and grew low on his forehead. His face
was smoothly shaved, and revealed a strong, square mouth, supported
by a broad and prominent chin. His eyes were bluish-gray, and in
conversation they were full of light and fire. When on the street, he
moved with a long, springing, race-horse step, absorbed by his own
reflections, neither seeking nor shunning observation.
“After the strong meal already described, Captain Brown cautiously
approached the subject which he wished to bring to my attention; for he
seemed to apprehend opposition to his views. He denounced slavery in
look and language fierce and bitter, thought that slaveholders had
forfeited their right to live, that the slaves had the right to gain
their liberty in any way they could, did not believe that moral suasion
would ever liberate the slave, or that political action would abolish
the system.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account