Most people love their dogs—but for Tiger I had an affection far more ardent than common

Among other miseries I was smothered to death between huge pillows, by demons of the most ghastly and ferocious aspect. Immense serpents held me in their embrace, and looked earnestly in my face with their fearfully shining eyes. Then deserts, limitless, and of the most forlorn and awe-inspiring character, spread themselves out before me.

was overpowered, too, with a desire to sleep, yet trembled at the thought of indulging it

insisting upon the necessity of my concealing myself as soon as possible.

With this I amused myself for some time, when, growing sleepy, I extinguished the light with great care, and soon fell into a sound slumber.

I proceeded immediately to take possession of my little apartment, and this with feelings of higher satisfaction, I am sure, than any monarch ever experienced upon entering a new palace.

sir! you are a sum’mat mistaken—my name, in the first place, bee’nt nothing at all like Goddin, and I’d want you for to know better, you blackguard, than to call my new obercoat a darty one.”

he most strongly enlisted my feelings in behalf of the life of a seaman, when he depicted his more terrible moments of suffering and despair

lf. We two have since very frequently talked the matter over—but never without a shudder. In one of our conversations Augustus frankly confessed to me, that in his whole life he had at no time experienced so excruciating a sense of dismay, as when on board our little boat he first discovered the extent of his intoxication, and felt himself sinking beneath its influence.

contrived to raise him partially up, and keep him in a sitting position, by passing a rope round his waist, and lashing it to a ringbolt in the deck of the cuddy.

—“matter—why, nothing is the—matter—going home—d—d—don’t you see?” The whole truth now flashed upon me. I flew to him and raised him up. He was drunk—beastly drunk—he could no longer either stand, speak, or see.

seventy-five dollars.

I expected to inherit the most of his property at his death.

Nantucket,

Mr. Poe,

who felt deep interest in all matters relating to the regions I had visited, and who were constantly urging it upon me, as a duty, to give my narrative to the public.

I had a woman’s pride,

“You have answered without thought.

I tell you what, Dr. Flint,” said she, “you ain’t got many more years to live, and you’d better be saying your prayers. It will take ’em all, and more too, to wash the dirt off your soul.”

I wanted no chain to be fastened on my daughter, not even if its links were of gold. How earnestly I prayed that she might never feel the weight of slavery’s chain, whose iron entereth into the soul!

When they told me my new-born babe was a girl, my heart was heavier than it had ever been before. Slavery is terrible for men; but it is far more terrible for women.

“Linda, I swear by God I will never raise my hand against you again;” but I knew that he would forget his promise.

I knew the law gave him power to fulfil it;

and seen slavery for himself; that it is a beautiful “patriarchal institution;” that the slaves don’t want their freedom; that they have hallelujah meetings and other religious privileges.

but God judges men by their hearts, not by the color of their skins.” This was strange doctrine from a southern pulpit. It was very offensive to slaveholders. They said he and his wife had made fools of their slaves, and that he preached like a fool to the negroes.

If you disobey your earthly master, you offend your heavenly Master. You must obey God’s commandments. When you go from here, don’t stop at the corners of the streets to talk, but go directly home, and let your master and mistress see that you have come.”

You are rebellious sinners. Your hearts are filled with all manner of evil.

After the alarm caused by Nat Turner’s insurrection had subsided, the slaveholders came to the conclusion that it would be well to give the slaves enough of religious instruction to keep them from murdering their masters.

He merely gave orders; and, if a bit of writing was discovered, it was carried to him by his ignorant followers, who were unable to read.

Every where men, women, and children were whipped till the blood stood in puddles at their feet. Some received five hundred lashes; others were tied hands and feet, and tortured with a bucking paddle, which blisters the skin terribly.

Most gladly would I have proclaimed it to every slave; but I dared not. All could not be relied on.

I loved to watch his infant slumbers; but always there was a dark cloud over my enjoyment. I could never forget that he was a slave. Sometimes I wished that he might die in infancy.

I had often prayed for death; but now I did not want to die, unless my child could die too.

Only a year had passed; but what fearful changes it had wrought! My heart had grown gray in misery.

ingratitude chafes me beyond endurance. You turn aside all my good intentions towards you.

when I remembered that but for him I might have been a virtuous, free, and happy wife, I lost my patience.

the three hundred dollars she had lent her mistress were never repaid.

“Take courage, Willie; brighter days will come by and by.”

“You are my child,” replied our father, “and when I call you, you should come immediately, if you have to pass through fire and water.”

But, alas! we all know that the memory of a faithful slave does not avail much to save her children from the auction block

but there came that blight, which too surely waits on every human being born to be a chattel.

trusting in time to be able to purchase some of her children.

that her master and mistress could not help seeing it was for their interest to take care of such a valuable piece of property.

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

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

he sees I’ve got the devil in me, and he means to bring it out

My master! and who made him my master? That’s what I think of—what right has he to me? I’m a man as much as he is. I’m a better man than he is.

“I wish he’d never been born!” said George, bitterly. “I wish I’d never been born myself!”

nothing to interrupt their happiness, except the loss of two infant children, to whom she was passionately attached, and whom she mourned with a grief so intense

isn’t the man mine?”

Mrs. Shelby was a woman of high class, both intellectually and morally.

never means to sell any of his servants, as long as they behave well.

out of sight, out of mind

Now, I’ve been laughed at for my notions, sir, and I’ve been talked to. They an’t pop’lar, and they an’t common; but I stuck to ‘em, sir; I’ve stuck to ‘em, and realized well on ‘em; yes, sir, they have paid their passage, I may say

Fact is, I never could do things up the way some fellers manage the business. I’ve seen ‘em as would pull a woman’s child out of her arms, and set him up to sell, and she screechin’ like mad all the time;—very bad policy—damages the article—makes ‘em quite unfit for service sometimes.

wants to buy up handsome boys to raise for the market

The child scampered, with all his little strength, after the prize, while his master laughed.

‘I trust you, because I think you’re a Christian—I know you wouldn’t cheat.’

“You mean honest, as niggers go,”

His hands, large and coarse, were plentifully bedecked with rings; and he wore a heavy gold watch-chain, with a bundle of seals of portentous size, and a great variety of colors, attached to it,

no servants present, and the gentlemen, with chairs closely approaching, seemed to be discussing some subject with great earnestness.

in the town of P——

I can eat and sleep with them week in and week out.

I see in them and myself the same old law.

Which of the young men does she like the best? Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.

Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill’d game,

(They do not know how immortal, but I know.)

Has any one supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,

The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,

Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.

The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,

The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

preferred making friends among the rising generation, with whom he soon grew into great favor.

but it’s twenty years since he went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since—his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell.

why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years!

Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear, “Whether he was Federal or Democrat?” Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question;

He had now entered the skirts of the village. A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his gray beard. The dogs, too, not one of which he recognized for an old acquaintance, barked at him as he passed.

He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward.

He whistled after him, and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.

As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, and such strange, uncouth countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together.

He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place

below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark, here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.

for every great man has his adherents

Rip’s sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf, who was as much henpecked as his master;

to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them.

Certain it is that he was a great favorite among all the goodwives of the village, who took his part in all family squabbles; and never failed, whenever they talked those matters over in their evening gossipings, to lay all the blame on Dame Van Winkle. The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached.

He inherited, however, but little of the martial character of his ancestors.

At the foot of these fairy mountains the traveler may have seen the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingle roofs gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape.

Whoever has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Catskill Mountains. They are a branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country.

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

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. If you asked me, I’d say it’s nonsense.

This over-romanticized tale of star-crossed lovers from opposite sides of the world could not reek more of predictability and cliche. At certain points the narrative manages to surpass a 20th-Century-Fox vibe and heads straight into daytime soap opera. For example, when Winkfield drinks poison to prove his love for Unca and she miraculously revives him with her deep knowledge of North American botany, it truly feels like a scene stolen from Days of Our Lives. Because of the story’s melodramatic plot, it’s no surprise that this book would have provided an entertaining read back in the 17th century.

but let’s imagine authentic Princess Unca barbie dolls lining the shelves of your local Toys R Us. She would come with three exclusive outfits made for mixing and matching. The first would be her traditional royal Native American dress of precious jewels and gold, the second her wedding ceremony ensemble, and the third would be her assimilated colonialist outfit complete with a cotton bra and leather lace up ankle boots.