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id: 31290
title: Right on the Scaffold, or The Martyrs of 1822 The American Negro Academy. Occasional Papers No. 7
author: Grimké, Archibald Henry
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  Captain Vesey''s slave vessel that we catch the earliest glimpse of our slave-traders, was a black boy of fourteen summers. cancelled, and the old relations of master and slave between Captain black man, a freedom so restrictive in quantity and mean in quality that of men and things of which few inhabitants, whether black or white, in dominant race, be the offender man, woman, or child, Vesey could have clank of their chains, they would, in time, learn to think of Vesey and slave-system and the wickeder white men who oppress and wrong us thus." white person on the street, and did Vesey''s companions make the leaders, combined the very qualities of head and heart which Vesey most four of its black heroes and martyrs as they appeared to the slave presence of death, than did this Negro slave exhibit in the black hole


id: 26986
title: The Ghost Girl
author: Stacpoole, H. De Vere (Henry De Vere)
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  "Sure, Phyl, you can stay as long as you like with us," said Mr. Hennessey. Miss Pinckney, having shown Phyl out, looked round the room as if to make "Well," said Miss Pinckney, "one wouldn''t expect you to like people you When Phyl came down Richard Pinckney was in the garden smoking a cigarette "I know," said Miss Pinckney, "and I want no more of your impudence. Miss Pinckney had talked the night before of Phyl''s father and had "Miss Pinckney," said Phyl, as they sat at luncheon that day, "you "I don''t want to be looked after," said Phyl flushing up, "and if Mr. Pinckney--" she stopped. "Here''s the picture you wanted to see," said Miss Pinckney leading Phyl up "Miss Pinckney," said Phyl that night as they sat at supper, "when you "Phyl," said Miss Pinckney, "would not you like to have a look at the


id: 4958
title: Justice in the By-Ways, a Tale of Life
author: Adams, F. Colburn (Francis Colburn)
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  eyes, and child-like he grasps the hand of the young man. the young man, laying his right hand approvingly on Tom''s head. Tom gives his hand to the young man, who, as old Spunyarn enters the The young man thought it well not to interrupt the old woman''s "Nay, good friend," returns the old man, rising from his sofa, old man says he will be all ready when she comes. thoughts did not come out?" And the old man shakes his head, mutters heathen world, and those poor wretches (''Sure enough!'' says Mrs. Swiggs) who eat one another, never have heard of a God, and prefer work of bringing from darkness (''Just as I feel,'' thinks Mrs. Swiggs) unto light those poor benighted wretches of the heathen A little removed from the old Judge (excellent man) sits Anna be placed at the table for Tom. The antiquarian, having, as he says, left the young people to


id: 5696
title: A Yankee Girl at Fort Sumter
author: Curtis, Alice Turner
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  Sylvia Fulton, a little Boston girl, was staying with her father and Wait!" and a little girl about Sylvia''s age came running down It was Flora Hayes; and, next to Grace Waite, Sylvia liked Both Grace and Flora advised Sylvia not to tell her mother of Elinor''s "Yas, Missy," said Estralla, her big eyes fixed on the little white "Run," said Sylvia, giving Estralla a little push. "Run. It''s all right," said Sylvia with a little smile, and Estralla, I jes'' love Missy Sylvia," replied the little girl, now "But I am a white girl, Estralla," said Sylvia. The "doll-ladies," as the little darky girl had always called Sylvia''s "Perhaps Flora will own up," Grace said, as the two girls followed Mrs. Fulton down the stairs. "Come up-stairs, Estralla," she said, finding the little negro girl at Mr. Waite had said that as long as Sylvia lived in his house the little


id: 34566
author: Olmstead, Charles H.
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  reinforce the garrison of Battery Wagner, on Morris Island, and that south end of Morris Island, and had driven our forces back upon parapets of Fort Sumter, as its guns were slowly fired at the enemy. out for Battery Wagner, reporting to its commander, Col. Graham, of batteries were built by the enemy, and each day the weight of metal We were landed at Fort Johnson, on James Island, a little before dawn Wagner, told me on the following day that the assault came very near distance, upon the enemy''s works on Morris Island, while every device new battery opened; the shot and shell went high above our heads, and posted at Fort Johnson, the point of James Island nearest to Morris So ended the siege of Battery Wagner, after a defense of fifty-seven commanders of batteries within range of Sumter, that a boat attack

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  Reminiscences of Service with the First Volunteer Regiment of Georgia, Charleston Harbor, in 1863 An address delivered before the Georgia Historical Society, March 3, 1879


