1 The little company were landed on the shore.
2 Papa never is in a hurry about anything," said Eva, "and we haven't come to the landing.
3 The land groans under it; and, bad as it is for the slave, it is worse, if anything, for the master.
4 I shall travel by daylight, stop at the best hotels, go to the dinner-tables with the lords of the land.
5 The boat here stopped at a small landing to take in wood, and Eva, hearing her father's voice, bounded nimbly away.
6 "If I find the young un, I'll bring him on to Cincinnati, and leave him at Granny Belcher's, on the landing," said Loker.
7 That the tragical fate of Tom, also, has too many times had its parallel, there are living witnesses, all over our land, to testify.
8 She surely couldn't have got off in the night at any of the landings, for I was awake, and on the lookout, whenever the boat stopped.
9 Eliza," said George, "people that have friends, and houses, and lands, and money, and all those things can't love as we do, who have nothing but each other.
10 The young man paused, looked as if he was going to say more, when suddenly the boat stopped, and the company made the usual steamboat rush, to see where they were landing.
11 If all the broad land between the Mississippi and the Pacific becomes one great market for bodies and souls, and human property retains the locomotive tendencies of this nineteenth century, the trader and catcher may yet be among our aristocracy.
12 Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of romance, when defying torture, and braving death itself, the fugitive voluntarily threads his way back to the terrors and perils of that dark land, that he may bring out his sister, or mother, or wife.
13 The Christian is composed by the belief of a wise, all-ruling Father, whose presence fills the void unknown with light and order; but to the man who has dethroned God, the spirit-land is, indeed, in the words of the Hebrew poet, "a land of darkness and the shadow of death," without any order, where the light is as darkness.
14 In that far-off mystic land of gold, and gems, and spices, and waving palms, and wondrous flowers, and miraculous fertility, will awake new forms of art, new styles of splendor; and the negro race, no longer despised and trodden down, will, perhaps, show forth some of the latest and most magnificent revelations of human life.