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id: 16741
title: Aunt Phillis''s Cabin; Or, Southern Life As It Is
author: Eastman, Mary H. (Mary Henderson)
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  "Here comes Uncle Bacchus now, Mr. Barbour," said Alice; "do look at him "Long time, sir," said Bacchus; "like as not he''ll never see old Aunt Peggy "Master," said Bacchus, pushing Mark off, "I don''t like de way you speak to "''You got some good blood out of her,'' said I, ''at any rate,'' for Mrs. Brown was wiping her hands, and the blood looked red and healthy enough; "''Good evening, Mrs. White,'' said I, for the old lady was sitting on the ''Now I want to know!'' said Mrs. White; ''why I thought it made me look like a fright.'' "Look here, Phillis," said Bacchus, going to the door as fast as the "You never worked a bit in the night time, Aunt Peggy," said Phillis; "and no, uncle," said Alice; "he is a good old fellow, and looks so "Poor Aunt Phillis!" said Mrs. Weston, looking after him, "I hope she will


id: 17820
title: From the Darkness Cometh the Light, or Struggles for Freedom
author: Delaney, Lucy A. (Lucy Ann)
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  With mother, father and sister, a pleasant home and surroundings, what Having been brought up in a free State, mother had learned much to her Mrs. Cox, but to run away, as soon as chance offered, to Canada, where On the return of Mrs. Cox to St. Louis she sent for my mother and told I was a small girl at that time, but remember how wildly mother After my mother''s return, she decided to sue for her freedom, and for morning, before the white people had arisen, a friend of my mother At the time my mother entered suit for her freedom, she was not After advice by competent persons, mother went to Judge Edward Bates mother lived at the time of her abduction; also affidavits of Mr. and (Living with Mrs. Posey was a little negro girl, named Polly Crocket, (Living with Mrs. Posey was a little negro girl, named Polly Crocket,


id: 15265
title: The Quest of the Silver Fleece: A Novel
author: Du Bois, W. E. B. (William Edward Burghardt)
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  South, where Miss Smith worked and Miss Taylor drudged and Bles and Zora Zora bent forward and looked squarely into Miss Taylor''s blue eyes. "Ask Miss Helen to come down," said Mr. Cresswell. English manufacturer, and Lady Creighton, Mr. and Mrs. Vanderpool, Mr. Harry Cresswell and his sister, John Taylor and his sister, and Mr. Charles Smith, whom the evening papers mentioned as likely to be United "But, Mr. Cresswell, you surely believe in schools like Miss Smith''s?" Miss Taylor reddened; Mrs. Grey looked surprised; Mrs. Vanderpool smiled; but Mr. Cresswell darkened with anger. Miss Taylor felt that her worst suspicions had been confirmed; but Mrs. Vanderpool was curious as to the cause of Cresswell''s anger. for the best interests of black folk, and in particular I object to Mr. Cresswell," said Miss Smith, slowly but very distinctly, "because his the way, I learn from Miss Smith that the boy, Bles Alwyn, in whom Zora


id: 2095
title: Clotelle: A Tale of the Southern States
author: Brown, William Wells
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  than half white, with long black hair and deep blue eyes, no one felt "When I went to sleep las'' night," replied the slave, "I ''longed to As time passed away, Henry became negligent of Isabella and his child, smile, Isabella met the young man as he entered her little dwelling. Hours passed, and still old Mrs. Miller remained near the house, Poor little Clotelle screamed as she saw the strange woman raise the In the same house with Isabella was a man-servant who had from time to place, when a good-looking man about fifty years of age, with a white all hopes of escape, Jerome had resolved to die like a brave man. "Come, girl, it is time for you to go," said the jailer, as Jerome was "We must see this poor man, whoever he is," said she, as Jerome "I have always treated my slaves well," said Mr. Linwood to Jerome, as


id: 472
title: The House Behind the Cedars
author: Chesnutt, Charles W. (Charles Waddell)
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  Warwick reached Liberty Point, a young woman came down Front Street "Yes," said the young man to himself, "it''s Rena, sure enough." "Rena," asked her mother, "how''d you like to go an'' pay yo''r brother "Good-morning, Judge Straight," said the young man, removing his hat Warwick went away, and the old judge sat for a moment absorbed in "I''m feared you''ll lack it better dere, Miss Rena," replied Frank Tryon first told his love for Rena one summer evening on their way home The night after Warwick and Tryon had ridden away, Rena dreamed again On the third day of Rena''s presence in Patesville, Frank was driving up Mrs. Green soon left Tryon with the young ladies and went to look after When Rena''s eyes fell upon the young man in the buggy, she saw a face At the time when she learned that Tryon lived in the neighborhood, Rena


id: 584
author: Wilson, Harriet E.
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  "Come, tell me, who is''t?" said Pete; "Mag Smith, you want to marry?" A knock at the door brought Mrs. Bellmont, and Mag asked if she Jack arguing for Frado''s education; Mary and her mother objecting. Her education completed, as SHE said, Mrs. Bellmont felt that her time and person belonged solely to her. room; Mr. Bellmont and James went out of doors, and Mary remained to "Do you know where Frado is?" asked Jane of her aunt. word of hope for Nig. James was quite unwell, and would come home the This was a subject of complaint to Mrs. Bellmont; and Frado endeavored to throw off all appearance of sickness "And say to mother I wish Frado to sit by me till you return. Frado at home; she knew it would be the wish of James she should go with

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  Our Nig; Or, Sketches from the Life of a Free Black, in a Two-story White House, North Showing That Slavery''s Shadows Fall Even There


id: 12352
title: Iola Leroy; Or, Shadows Uplifted
author: Harper, Frances Ellen Watkins
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  "Is dat so?" said Uncle Daniel, a dear old father, with a look of "What do you think," said Robert, turning to Uncle Daniel; "won''t you go "What do you think of Miss Iola?" Robert asked him one day, as they were looked wistfully into her face, and said, "Miss Iola, I ain''t long fer "And yet," said Iola, earnestly, "I believe the time will come when the "That," said he, looking earnestly into Iola''s face, "was my mother''s "Good morning," said Dr. Gresham, approaching Robert and Iola. "Yes," said Iola, "I hope he will turn out an excellent young man, for "You know, Aunt Linda," said Iola, "people don''t get to be drunkards all "Uncle Robert," said Iola, after she had been North several weeks, "I "Uncle Robert," said Iola, after her mother had been with them several war and hospital life, when Dr. Gresham, approaching Iola, said:--


id: 35045
title: The Hazeley Family
author: Johnson, A. E. (Amelia E.)
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  Sixteen-year-old Flora Hazeley stood by the table in the dingy little For eleven years Flora lived in the pretty home of her Aunt Bertha. how to do these things, Flora realized some time afterward, as Mrs. Martin had intended she should. Flora''s life at her aunt''s pleasant home had been a very happy one, and way?" asked Flora, amused at the odd-looking little creature. I thought you were a girl," said Flora, looking at the quaint, "What a cute little girl Jem is," said Flora to Ruth; "is she your "Yes, God will help me, if I ask him," said Flora, softly, as she went "I don''t like to hear you talk about your mother so, Flora dear," said "From Aunt Sarah, mother," said Flora, carelessly, handing it to Mrs. Hazeley, who in turn read the short note. none was left to send home to make life a little easier for Mrs. Hazeley and Flora.


id: 38029
title: Three Little Women: A Story for Girls
author: Jackson, Gabrielle E. (Gabrielle Emilie)
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  cried little Jean Carruth, pressing her face against the window-pane that little rip comes ''long and tells me I must go get an old horse "Now, little lassie, tell me your name and where you live," said Mr. Stuyvesant lifting Jean bodily into his arms despite her mortification to fall as the short autumn day drew to its end, and Mrs. Carruth,--mother above all other things--stood at the window watching "Jean is about right, _I_ think, Mr. Stuyvesant," said Constance, as Like a weary child Mrs. Carruth let her head fall upon Mammy''s bosom--a dat Miss Jinny''s insured fer $15,000," said Mammy, causing the youth in _this_ day and age," said Eleanor, as she made her way past Mammy. draw a long breath, Mrs. Carruth drew Mammy to one side to ask: like to know Miss Jean a little better. "Jean, dear, run out and tell Mammy that Constance is home, and we


id: 38783
title: Women of Achievement Written for the Fireside Schools
author: Brawley, Benjamin Griffith
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  In the history of the Negro race in America no more heroic work has been to-day, whether in public life, social service, education, missions, the Negro woman is making her way and reflecting credit upon a race that remarkable woman was born of slave parents in the state of New York our cities and towns various clubs working for the good of the race, most necessary work in our home and industrial life. its Negro women graduates, but in recent years other such institutions work in the war of the Negro woman in the related profession of nursing. six years in the home of one John Stewart, working at first in the house Naturally the work of such a woman could not long escape the attention educated and christianized and the heathen brought home to God. Woman elementary schools, the care of the boys and girls, and work among the


id: 44319
title: Miss Heck''s Thanksgiving Party; or, Topsy Up To Date
author: Munsell, Ida Hamilton
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  Miss Heck''s Thanksgiving Party or, Topsy Up to Date. MISS HECK''S THANKSGIVING PARTY; extraordinary character of Miss Myra Heck! heroines, Miss Heck would long since have won the world-wide renown not at one time or another availed themselves of Miss Heck''s services. so that Miss Myra could easily reign as the bright particular star ability possessed by Miss Heck, her employers have shut their eyes to Miss Myra sat upon the floor of her mother''s dingy little parlor deeply Miss Myra had enjoyed her freedom now for seven whole days; she had hue of the ebony face, and Miss Myra, who was a sensitive young woman, At the head of the table stood Miss Myra herself. But such a Miss Myra! Be this as it may, at Miss Myra''s Thanksgiving For many and many a day the glories of Miss Heck''s Thanksgiving party so very conspicuous and magnificent a part; and by this time Miss Heck


id: 55813
title: Autobiography of a Female Slave
author: Browne, Martha Griffith
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  "Thar comes young Masser, and I is glad, kase he looks so good like. "Right well done," said a clear, manly voice; and, looking up, I saw Mr. Worth standing in the open door. As young Master strode away, Misses Jane and Tildy regarded each other "Well, father," said Miss Jane, whilst she stood beside Mr. Peterkin, Miss Tildy turned toward young master, and said, in what was meant for a "No, Mr. Peterkin, the old woman is really dead," said Miss Bradly, in a "Good-bye, Miss Jane," said the humbled, weeping negro. During young master''s illness I had but little communication with Amy. By Miss Jane''s order she had been brought into the house to assist in Miss Bradly ask Mr. Peterkin when he heard from young master. "Yes, father, Amy needs a good whipping," said Miss Jane, "for she has "How lovely he was in life," said Miss Jane.


