borne on the bier

“you are saved: what has cast such a shadow upon you?” “The negro.”

God charmed your life, but you saved mine.

his intent, though undiscovered, being suspected, he was, on a pretense, made to retire out of sight, and at last into the hold, and there was made away with

the negro Babo proposed to him to gain from Amasa Delano full particulars about his ship, and crew, and arms

asked him whose skeleton that was, and whether, from its whiteness, he should not think it a white’s

Christopher Colon

Babo had intimated to him several times, that he would kill all the whites the very moment he should perceive any city, town, or settlement of any kind on the shores to which they should be carried

Nearly a score of the negroes were killed.

the American did not give up his design

_Follow your leader_

Captain Delano, now with scales dropped from his eyes, saw the negroes, not in misrule, not in tumult, not as if frantically concerned for Don Benito, but with mask torn away, flourishing hatchets and knives, in ferocious piratical revolt.

that past, present, and future seemed one

my best friend.

but still Don Benito would not let go his hand

Don Benito would not let go the hand of Captain Delano, but retained it in his, across the black’s body.

Spaniard again fervently took the hand of the American

With instinctive good feeling

decisively and repulsively

I cannot go,” was the response.

Marking the servant still above

He went to see.

Captain Delano heard a voice faithfully repeating his orders. Turning, he saw Babo, now for the time acting, under the pilot, his original part of captain of the slaves.

I will get his ship in for him, and prove it.

But it was soon evident that, in taking his position, the black was still true to his master; since by facing him he could the more readily anticipate his slightest want.

stood behind, not his master’s chair, but Captain Delano’s

Without companions, host and guest sat down, like a childless married couple, at opposite ends of the table

But a sort of love-quarrel, after all, thought Captain Delano.

the creature of his own tasteful hands

just then the razor drew blood, spots of which stained the creamy lather under the throat

And now, Don Amasa, please go on with your talk about the gale, and all that; master can hear, and, between times, master can answer.”

See, Don Amasa, master always shakes when I shave him. And yet master knows I never yet have drawn blood, though it’s true, if master will shake so, I may some of these times.

vagary

Captain Delano took to negroes, not philanthropically, but genially, just as other men to Newfoundland dogs.

Most negroes are natural valets and hair-dressers

This seems a sort of dormitory, sitting-room, sail-loft, chapel, armory, and private closet all together, Don Benito

At present neither men nor cannon were seen

cousins-german

“Then if master means to talk more to Don Amasa,” said the servant, “why not let Don Amasa sit by master in the cuddy, and master can talk, and Don Amasa can listen, while Babo here lathers and strops.”

“master told me never mind where he was, or how engaged, always to remind him to a minute, when shaving-time comes. Miguel has gone to strike the half-hour afternoon. It is _now_, master. Will master go into the cuddy?”

Master

a white

warped as a camel’s skeleton in the desert

excepting one bottle of cider, which Babo insisted upon setting aside for his master.

mouthfuls all around were given alike to whites and blacks

serving the oldest white no better than the youngest black

who, upon a legitimate occasion, so trivial, too, as it now appeared, could lose all self-command, was, with energetic iniquity, going to bring about his murder.

Instantly the blacks paused, just where they were, each negro and negress suspended in his or her posture, exactly as the word had found them–for a few seconds continuing so–while, as between the responsive posts of a telegraph, an unknown syllable ran from man to man among the perched oakum-pickers.

casks

Don Benito, with the true jealousy of weakness, resented as an affront any interference.

as if a child should lead a bull of the Nile by the ring in his nose.

Yes, this is a strange craft; a strange history, too, and strange folks on board. But–nothing more.

His conscience is clean

grayness of everything

vexation

They were tranquilizing

At last he began to laugh at his former forebodings

But if that story was not true, what was the truth?

as if hiding something

I have trust in Babo

fidgeting a little

But if not a lunatic, what then?

a coil of rope in his hand,

The slave there carries the padlock, but master here carries the key.

_pardon_,

It was then I vowed never to have for fellow-voyager a man I loved, unless, unbeknown to him

shepherds to your flock of black sheep

This excitement is bad for master,

Such generosity was not without its effect, even upon the invalid

the black upholding the white

Babo is nothing; what Babo has done was but duty.

their owner

I have to thank those negroes

“my poor, poor master!”

His cough returned and with increased violence; this subsiding; with reddened lips

mata

somnambulist

What the San Dominick wanted was, what the emigrant ship has, stern superior officers. But on these decks not so much as a fourth-mate was to be seen.

transforming the man into a block, or rather into a loaded cannon

involuntary victim of mental disorder

whom prolonged physical suffering seems to cancel every social instinct of kindness

Still, Captain Delano was not a little concerned at what he could not help taking for the time to be Don Benito’s unfriendly indifference towards himself.

Marking the noisy indocility of the blacks in general

whom a master need be on no stiffly superior terms with, but may treat with familiar trust; less a servant than a devoted companion.

biting his lip, biting his finger-nail, flushing, paling, twitching his beard, with other symptoms of an absent or moody mind.

the wind entirely died away, and the tide turning, began drifting back the ship helplessly seaward.

American

disquietudes

oakum-pickers

elevated poop

strange inmates in a strange land

made the mark of all eager tongues

negresses

_Seguid vuestro jefe_”

Castile and Leon

somnambulistic

However, no guns were seen.

the stranger

cowls

bulwarks

white-washed

pilot her in

_saya-y-manta._

freebooter

her

the ship, in navigating into the harbor, was drawing too near the land; a sunken reef making out off her bow.

obtruded

undistrustful

Chili.

showed no colors

the stranger

Shadows present, foreshadowing deeper shadows to come.

The sea, though undulated into long roods of swells, seemed fixed, and was sleeked at the surface like waved lead that has cooled and set in the smelter’s mould.

Everything was mute and calm; everything gray.

berth

he had touched for water.

uninhabited

valuable cargo

In the year 1799

Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.

just as a man who stands on his feet is stronger than a man who stands on his head.

But a cultivated man becomes ashamed of his property, out of new respect for his nature

And so the reliance on Property, including the reliance on governments which protect it, is the want of self-reliance.

Society is a wave. The wave moves onward, but the water of which it is composed does not.

the soldier should receive his supply of corn, grind it in his hand-mill, and bake his bread himself

Columbus found the New World

his libraries overload his wit

He is supported on crutches, but lacks so much support of muscle.

For every thing that is given, something is taken

All men plume themselves on the improvement of society, and no man improves.

Shakspeare will never be made by the study of Shakspeare

Insist on yourself; never imitate

We imitate; and what is imitation but the travelling of the mind?

Our minds travel when our bodies are forced to stay at home

He who travels to be amused, or to get somewhat which he does not carry, travels away from himself, and grows old even in youth among old things.

the wise man stays at home

They cannot imagine how you aliens have any right to see, — how you can see; ‘It must be somehow that you stole the light from us.’

Such is Calvinism, Quakerism, Swedenborgism

as a girl

Every new mind is a new classification

The gods love him because men hated him.

if not, attend your own work, and already the evil begins to be repaired.

The prayer of the farmer kneeling in his field to weed it

In what prayers do men allow themselves!

It is easy to see that a greater self-reliance must work a revolution in all the offices and relations of men; in their religion; in their education; in their pursuits; their modes of living; their association; in their property; in their speculative views.

for he does not postpone his life, but lives already. He has not one chance, but a hundred chances.

we have not chosen, but society has chosen for us.

We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other.

godlike in him

antinomianism

I cannot sell my liberty and my power, to save their sensibility.

You will soon love what is dictated by your nature as well as mine, and, if we follow the truth, it will bring us out safe at last.

I will seek my own

I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall be the happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to deserve that you should. I will not hide my tastes or aversions

let us at least resist our temptations

The power men possess to annoy me, I give them by a weak curiosity

All men have my blood, and I have all men’s.

I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.

But now we are a mob.

let us not rove; let us sit at home with the cause

divine fact

the Supreme Cause

This is the ultimate fact

We do not yet see that virtue is Height

Power ceases in the instant of repose

what is called life, and what is called death

Truth and Right

If we live truly, we shall see truly.

But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.

Time and space are but physiological colors which the eye makes, but the soul is light

Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fulness and completion?

Whenever a mind is simple, and receives a divine wisdom, old things pass away

If I see a trait, my children will see it after me,

For, the sense of being which in calm hours rises, we know not how, in the soul, is not diverse from things, from space, from light, from time, from man, but one with them, and proceeds obviously from the same source whence their life and being also proceed.

Self

Who is the Trustee?

Alfred, and Scanderbeg, and Gustavus

our imagination plays us false

in the world which exists for him

I wish that he should wish to please me

Greatness appeals to the future.

One tendency unites them all

Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood?

hobgoblin

Why drag about this corpse of your memory

error that scares us from self-trust is our consistency

feminine rage

“the foolish face of praise,”

Their every truth is not quite true

ostentation

Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself

ead church, contribute to a dead Bible-society

you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it.

you are a man

My life is for itself and not for a spectacle.

though I confess with shame I sometimes succumb and give the dollar

Thy love afar is spite at home.

rude truth

Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this

Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.