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. Harriet Ann Jacobs cabinchildcold share on social
The slave girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear. Harriet Ann Jacobs atmospherefeargirl Change image and share on social
But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import. Harriet Ann Jacobs beginearenter Change image and share on social
The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also. Harriet Ann Jacobs aptbeautifulhuman Change image and share on social