1 He little knew what my plans were.
2 He told me, if I would be happy, I must lay out no plans for the future.
3 This plan worked well; the slaves became as fearful of tar as of the lash.
4 His life was devoted to planning and perpetrating the grossest deceptions.
5 They were ready to hear, and ready to act when a feasible plan should be proposed.
6 His plan was to whip for the smallest offences, to prevent the commission of large ones.
7 I now come to that part of my life during which I planned, and finally succeeded in making, my escape from slavery.
8 I suppose he thought I was never better satisfied with my condition than at the very time during which I was planning my escape.
9 For instance, the slaveholders not only like to see the slave drink of his own accord, but will adopt various plans to make him drunk.
10 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.
11 One plan is, to make bets on their slaves, as to who can drink the most whisky without getting drunk; and in this way they succeed in getting whole multitudes to drink to excess.
12 The plan we finally concluded upon was, to get a large canoe belonging to Mr. Hamilton, and upon the Saturday night previous to Easter holidays, paddle directly up the Chesapeake Bay.