But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.
But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
The relationship between husband and wife should be one of closest friends.