I can’t pray for ‘em.” “It’s natur, Chloe, and natur ‘s strong,” said Tom, “but the Lord’s grace is stronger;

“I ‘s ‘stonished at yer, Andy,” said Sam, with awful gravity. “This yer’s a seris bisness, Andy. Yer mustn’t be a makin’ game. This yer an’t no way to help Mas’r.”

I had to take a flogging because I wouldn’t do it myself. I don’t care. Mas’r will find out that I’m one that whipping won’t tame. My day will come yet, if he don’t look out.”

“To Canada,” said he, straightening himself up; “and when I’m there, I’ll buy you; that’s all the hope that’s left us. You have a kind master, that won’t refuse to sell you. I’ll buy you and the boy;—God helping me, I will!”

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

“Well, it is dreadful,” said Eliza; “but, after all, he is your master, you know.” “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.

It’s a free country, sir; the man’s mine, and I do what I please with him,—that’s it!”

* A machine of this description was really the invention of a young colored man in Kentucky. [Mrs. Stowe’s note.]

quadroon and mulatto

Niggers, you know, that’s fetched up properly, ha’n’t no kind of ‘spectations of no kind; so all these things comes easier.”

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Perhaps you laugh too, dear reader; but you know humanity comes out in a variety of strange forms now-a-days, and there is no end to the odd things that humane people will say and do.

“I would rather not sell him,” said Mr. Shelby, thoughtfully; “the fact is, sir, I’m a humane man, and I hate to take the boy from his mother, sir.”

“Why, I’ve got a friend that’s going into this yer branch of the business—wants to buy up handsome boys to raise for the market.

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.

“Ay, ay! women always say such things, cause they ha’nt no sort of calculation. Just show ‘em how many watches, feathers, and trinkets, one’s weight in gold would buy, and that alters the case, I reckon.”

The boy commenced one of those wild, grotesque songs common among the negroes, in a rich, clear voice, accompanying his singing with many comic evolutions of the hands, feet, and whole body,

There was something in his appearance remarkably beautiful and engaging

as much conscience as any man in business can afford to keep

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

I consider religion a valeyable thing in a nigger, when it’s the genuine article, and no mistake.”

Tom is an uncommon fellow; he is certainly worth that sum anywhere,—steady, honest, capable, manages my whole farm like a clock.” “You mean honest, as niggers go,”

His conversation was in free and easy defiance of Murray’s Grammar,

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,

, in the town of P——

The San Dominick was in the condition of a transatlantic emigrant ship

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

But the debility, constitutional or induced by hardships, bodily and mental, of the Spanish captain, was too obvious to be overlooked.

nothing more relaxes good order than misery

impairing the Spaniard’s authority over them.

impairing the Spaniard’s authority over them.

barbarous din. All six, unlike the generality, had the raw aspect of unsophisticated Africans.

the stranger

sometimes superseded Acapulco treasure-ships, or retired frigates of the Spanish king’s navy, which, like superannuated Italian palaces, still, under a decline of masters, preserved signs of former state.

the true character of the vessel was plain–a Spanish merchantman of the first class, carrying negro slaves, amongst other valuable freight, from one colonial port to another.

the stranger might have been long off soundings, the good captain put several baskets of the fish, for presents, into his boat, and so pulled away.

Lima intriguante’s one sinister eye peering across the Plaza from the Indian loop-hole of her dusk _saya-y-manta._

Considering the lawlessness and loneliness of the spot, and the sort of stories, at that day, associated with those seas,

I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.

Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.

women my sisters and lovers,

I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.

Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.

The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love, The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations, Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news, the fitful events; These come to me days and nights and go from me again, But they are not the Me myself.

Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.

while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.

To elaborate is no avail, learn’d and unlearn’d feel that it is so.

Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.

There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.

Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much?

It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.

I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,

I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Let a man then know his worth, and keep things under his feet. Let him not peep or steal, or skulk up and down with the air of a charity-boy, a bastard, or an interloper, in the world which exists for him. But the man in the street, finding no worth in himself which corresponds to the force which built a tower or sculptured a marble god, feels poor when he looks on these.

For nonconformity the world whips you with its displeasure

My life is for itself and not for a spectacle.

it is a wicked dollar which by and by I shall have the manhood to withhold.

Then, again, do not tell me, as a good man did to-day, of my obligation to put all poor men in good situations

Thy love afar is spite at home.’

I ought to go upright and vital, and speak the rude truth in all ways

Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world.

He cumbers himself never about consequences, about interests: he gives an independent, genuine verdict.

The nonchalance of boys who are sure of a dinner, and would disdain as much as a lord to do or say aught to conciliate one, is the healthy attitude of human nature.

envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion;

They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side

A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages

Speak your latent conviction, and it shall be the universal sense; for the inmost in due time becomes the outmost

Man is his own star;

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. 

This is significant to the story because the familiarity of this type of plot and the stereotypical character tropes demonstrate how this was clearly a story meant for European or colonialist eyes. The colonial encounter is romanticized and women take a passive and male-focused role.

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.

I know we all love Pocahontas

Affliction I wanted, and affliction I had,

I can but admire to see the wonderful providence of God in preserving the heathen for further affliction to our poor country. They could go in great numbers over, but the English must stop. God had an over-ruling hand in all those things.

Being very hungry I had quickly eat up mine, but the child could not bite it, it was so tough and sinewy, but lay sucking, gnawing, chewing and slabbering of it in the mouth and hand. Then I took it of the child, and eat it myself, and savory it was to my taste.

Thomas Read. They all gathered about the poor man, asking him many questions. I desired also to go and see him; and when I came, he was crying bitterly, supposing they would quickly kill him. Whereupon I asked one of them, whether they intended to kill him; he answered me, they would not. He being a little cheered with that, I asked him about the welfare of my husband.

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I had not seen my son a pretty while, and here was an Indian of whom I made inquiry after him, and asked him when he saw him. He answered me that such a time his master roasted him, and that himself did eat a piece of him, as big as his two fingers, and that he was very good meat.

last an old Indian bade me to come to him, and his squaw gave me some ground nuts; she gave me also something to lay under my head, and a good fire we had; and through the good providence of God, I had a comfortable lodging that night. In the morning, another Indian bade me come at night, and he would give me six ground nuts, which I did.

He answered me “Nux,” which did much rejoice my spirit.

When I was in the canoe I could not but be amazed at the numerous crew of pagan

We asked of each other’s welfare, bemoaning our doleful condition,

The first week of my being among them I hardly ate any thing; the second week I found my stomach grow very faint for want of something; and yet it was very hard to get down their filthy trash;

acknowledged as a favor of God to my weakened body,

In this travel, because of my wound, I was somewhat favored in my load; I carried only my knitting work and two quarts of parched meal. Being very faint I asked my mistress to give me one spoonful of the meal, but she would not give me a taste.

Oh, the hideous insulting and triumphing that there was over some Englishmen’s scalps that they had taken (as their manner is)

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.

, but as they carried him, and as he took oaken leaves and laid to his wound, and through the blessing of God he was able to travel again. Then I took oaken leaves and laid to my side, and with the blessing of God it cured me also;

been of God’s holy time; how many Sabbaths I had lost and misspent, and how evilly I had walked in God’s sight; which lay so close unto my spirit, that it was easy for me to see how righteous it was with God to cut off the thread of my life and cast me out of His presence forever. Yet the Lord still showed mercy to me, and upheld me; and as He wounded me with one hand, so he healed me with the other.

Oh the number of pagans (now

One of the Indians carried my poor wounded babe upon a horse; it went moaning all along, “I shall die, I shall die.” I went on foot after it, with sorrow that cannot be expressed. At length I took it off the horse, and carried it in my arms till my strength failed, and I fell down with it.

were slain and mangled in a barbarous manner

All was gone, my husband gone (at least separated from me, he being in the Bay; and to add to my grief, the Indians told me they would kill him as he came homeward), my children gone, my relations and friends gone, our house and home and all our comforts—within door and without—all was gone (except my life), and I knew not but the next moment that might go too

Now away we must go with those barbarous creatures, with our bodies wounded and bleeding, and our hearts no less than our bodies.

58. Watcher was chief, he looked toward the sea.

That our fathers should possess it by scattering abroad.

Those from the north being free, without care, went forth from the land of snow, in different directions.

The strongest, the most united, the purest, were the hunters.

The men then were together on the turtle, like to turtles.

nd beings

Brought bad weather, brought sickness, brought death.

But an evil Manito made evil beings only, monsters,

He gave the first mother, the mother of beings.

And ever after he was a manito to men, and their grandfather.

Anew spoke the great Manito, a manito to manitos,

On the earth, [was] an extended fog,