1 I told him as well as I could, for I scarce had strength to speak.
2 He was admitted to be such by all I ever heard speak of my parentage.
3 While in this state of mind, I was eager to hear any one speak of slavery.
4 Coffin, a gentleman who had heard me speak in the colored people's meeting at New Bedford.
5 The truth was, I felt myself a slave, and the idea of speaking to white people weighed me down.
6 If they have any thing to say of their masters, it is generally in their masters' favor, especially when speaking to an untried man.
7 Thus I used to think, and thus I used to speak to myself; goaded almost to madness at one moment, and at the next reconciling myself to my wretched lot.
8 I have often been utterly astonished, since I came to the north, to find persons who could speak of the singing, among slaves, as evidence of their contentment and happiness.
9 I was afraid to speak to any one for fear of speaking to the wrong one, and thereby falling into the hands of money-loving kidnappers, whose business it was to lie in wait for the panting fugitive, as the ferocious beasts of the forest lie in wait for their prey.
10 I was afraid to speak to any one for fear of speaking to the wrong one, and thereby falling into the hands of money-loving kidnappers, whose business it was to lie in wait for the panting fugitive, as the ferocious beasts of the forest lie in wait for their prey.