1 It was good indeed to meet with such friends, at such a time.
2 To be the friend of the one, is of necessity to be the enemy of the other.
3 The thought of leaving my friends was decidedly the most painful thought with which I had to contend.
4 They both advised me to run away to the north; that I should find friends there, and that I should be free.
5 In writing to a dear friend, immediately after my arrival at New York, I said I felt like one who had escaped a den of hungry lions.
6 I suppose I felt as one may imagine the unarmed mariner to feel when he is rescued by a friendly man-of-war from the pursuit of a pirate.
7 It is my opinion that thousands would escape from slavery, who now remain, but for the strong cords of affection that bind them to their friends.
8 The plan which I adopted, and the one by which I was most successful, was that of making friends of all the little white boys whom I met in the street.
9 He was immediately chained and handcuffed; and thus, without a moment's warning, he was snatched away, and forever sundered, from his family and friends, by a hand more unrelenting than death.
10 I have never approved of the very public manner in which some of our western friends have conducted what they call the underground railroad, but which I think, by their open declarations, has been made most emphatically the upper-ground railroad.
11 During the week, I had entered into an engagement with a number of young friends to start from Baltimore to the camp ground early Saturday evening; and being detained by my employer, I was unable to get down to Master Hugh's without disappointing the company.