She moved to cincinnati, a small town of the boarder of kentucky and witness first had the pain slaves went through. After her 18 month old son died she felt the heartache that a slave mother felt being ripped from thier newborn never to see again.
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This push Will chair me ever or dissect me now. I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Is fall'n into the searching, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age
He may have grown up outdoors and was probably a larboror himself for a while it shows that he reflects books off himself
<span>I was fast asleep suddenly I heard a knock at the door then i woke up.
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