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Frederick Douglass. The Incredible Life Story of Frederick Douglass (3 Autobiographies in One Edition)
The Incredible Life Story of Frederick Douglass (3 Autobiographies in One Edition)
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Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave, Written by Himself (1845)
PREFACE
LETTER FROM WENDELL PHILLIPS, ESQ
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
APPENDIX
My Bondage and My Freedom (1855)
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER I. Childhood
CHAPTER II. Removed from My First Home
CHAPTER III. Parentage
CHAPTER IV. A General Survey of the Slave Plantation
CHAPTER V. Gradual Initiation to the Mysteries of Slavery
CHAPTER VI. Treatment of Slaves on Lloyd’s Plantation
CHAPTER VII. Life in the Great House
CHAPTER VIII. A Chapter of Horrors
CHAPTER IX. Personal Treatment
CHAPTER X. Life in Baltimore
CHAPTER XI. “A Change Came O’er the Spirit of My Dream”
CHAPTER XII. Religious Nature Awakened
CHAPTER XIII. The Vicissitudes of Slave Life
CHAPTER XIV. Experience in St. Michael’s
CHAPTER XV. Covey, the Negro Breaker
CHAPTER XVI. Another Pressure of the Tyrant’s Vice
CHAPTER XVII. The Last Flogging
CHAPTER XVIII. New Relations and Duties
CHAPTER XIX. The Run-Away Plot
CHAPTER XX. Apprenticeship Life
CHAPTER XXI. My Escape from Slavery
CHAPTER XXII. Liberty Attained
CHAPTER XXIII. Introduced to the Abolitionists
CHAPTER XXIV. Twenty-One Months in Great Britain
CHAPTER XXV. Various Incidents
RECEPTION SPEECH10
Dr. Campbell’s Reply
LETTER TO HIS OLD MASTER11 To My Old Master, Thomas Auld
THE NATURE OF SLAVERY
INHUMANITY OF SLAVERY
WHAT TO THE SLAVE IS THE FOURTH OF JULY?
THE INTERNAL SLAVE TRADE
THE SLAVERY PARTY
THE ANTI-SLAVERY MOVEMENT
Life and Times of Frederick Douglass (1892)
INTRODUCTION
FIRST PART
CHAPTER I. AUTHOR'S BIRTH
CHAPTER II. REMOVAL FROM GRANDMOTHER'S
CHAPTER III. TROUBLES OF CHILDHOOD
CHAPTER IV. A GENERAL SURVEY OF THE SLAVE PLANTATION
CHAPTER V. A SLAVEHOLDER'S CHARACTER
CHAPTER VI. A CHILD'S REASONING
CHAPTER VII. LUXURIES AT THE GREAT HOUSE
CHAPTER VIII. CHARACTERISTICS OF OVERSEERS
CHAPTER IX. CHANGE OF LOCATION
CHAPTER X. LEARNING TO READ
CHAPTER XI. GROWING IN KNOWLEDGE
CHAPTER XII. RELIGIOUS NATURE AWAKENED
CHAPTER XIII. THE VICISSITUDES OF SLAVE LIFE
CHAPTER XIV. EXPERIENCE IN ST. MICHAELS
CHAPTER XV. COVEY, THE NEGRO BREAKER
CHAPTER XVI. ANOTHER PRESSURE OF THE TYRANT'S VISE
CHAPTER XVII. THE LAST FLOGGING
CHAPTER XVIII. NEW RELATIONS AND DUTIES
CHAPTER XIX. THE RUNAWAY PLOT
CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XXI. ESCAPE FROM SLAVERY
SECOND PART
CHAPTER I. ESCAPE FROM SLAVERY
CHAPTER II. LIFE AS A FREEMAN
CHAPTER III. INTRODUCED TO THE ABOLITIONISTS
CHAPTER IV. RECOLLECTIONS OF OLD FRIENDS
CHAPTER V. ONE HUNDRED CONVENTIONS
CHAPTER VI. IMPRESSIONS ABROAD
CHAPTER VII. TRIUMPHS AND TRIALS
CHAPTER VIII. JOHN BROWN AND MRS. STOWE
CHAPTER IX. INCREASING DEMANDS OF THE SLAVE POWER
CHAPTER X. THE BEGINNING OF THE END
CHAPTER XI. SECESSION AND WAR
CHAPTER XII. HOPE FOR THE NATION
CHAPTER XIII. VAST CHANGES
CHAPTER XIV. LIVING AND LEARNING
CHAPTER XV. WEIGHED IN THE BALANCE
CHAPTER XVI "TIME MAKES ALL THINGS EVEN"
CHAPTER XVII. INCIDENTS AND EVENTS
CHAPTER XVIII "HONOR TO WHOM HONOR"
CHAPTER XIX. RETROSPECTION
APPENDIX
THIRD PART
CHAPTER I. LATER LIFE
CHAPTER II. A GRAND OCCASION
CHAPTER III. DOUBTS AS TO GARFIELD'S COURSE
CHAPTER IV. RECORDER OF DEEDS
CHAPTER V. PRESIDENT CLEVELAND'S ADMINISTRATION
CHAPTER VI. THE SUPREME COURT DECISION
CHAPTER VII. DEFEAT OF JAMES G. BLAINE
CHAPTER VIII. EUROPEAN TOUR
CHAPTER IX. CONTINUATION OF EUROPEAN TOUR
CHAPTER X. THE CAMPAIGN OF 1888
CHAPTER XI. ADMINISTRATION OF PRESIDENT HARRISON
CHAPTER XII. MINISTER TO HAÏTI
CHAPTER XIII. CONTINUED NEGOTIATIONS FOR THE MÔLE ST. NICOLAS
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Frederick Douglass
Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave, Written by Himself (1845)
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Henry and John were quite intelligent, and in a very little while after I went there, I succeeded in creating in them a strong desire to learn how to read. This desire soon sprang up in the others also. They very soon mustered up some old spelling-books, and nothing would do but that I must keep a Sabbath school. I agreed to do so, and accordingly devoted my Sundays to teaching these my loved fellow-slaves how to read. Neither of them knew his letters when I went there. Some of the slaves of the neighboring farms found what was going on, and also availed themselves of this little opportunity to learn to read. It was understood, among all who came, that there must be as little display about it as possible. It was necessary to keep our religious masters at St. Michael's unacquainted with the fact, that, instead of spending the Sabbath in wrestling, boxing, and drinking whisky, we were trying to learn how to read the will of God; for they had much rather see us engaged in those degrading sports, than to see us behaving like intellectual, moral, and accountable beings. My blood boils as I think of the bloody manner in which Messrs. Wright Fairbanks and Garrison West, both class-leaders, in connection with many others, rushed in upon us with sticks and stones, and broke up our virtuous little Sabbath school, at St. Michael's—all calling themselves Christians! humble followers of the Lord Jesus Christ! But I am again digressing.
I held my Sabbath school at the house of a free colored man, whose name I deem it imprudent to mention; for should it be known, it might embarrass him greatly, though the crime of holding the school was committed ten years ago. I had at one time over forty scholars, and those of the right sort, ardently desiring to learn. They were of all ages, though mostly men and women. I look back to those Sundays with an amount of pleasure not to be expressed. They were great days to my soul. The work of instructing my dear fellow-slaves was the sweetest engagement with which I was ever blessed. We loved each other, and to leave them at the close of the Sabbath was a severe cross indeed. When I think that these precious souls are to-day shut up in the prison-house of slavery, my feelings overcome me, and I am almost ready to ask, "Does a righteous God govern the universe? and for what does he hold the thunders in his right hand, if not to smite the oppressor, and deliver the spoiled out of the hand of the spoiler?" These dear souls came not to Sabbath school because it was popular to do so, nor did I teach them because it was reputable to be thus engaged. Every moment they spent in that school, they were liable to be taken up, and given thirty-nine lashes. They came because they wished to learn. Their minds had been starved by their cruel masters. They had been shut up in mental darkness. I taught them, because it was the delight of my soul to be doing something that looked like bettering the condition of my race. I kept up my school nearly the whole year I lived with Mr. Freeland; and, beside my Sabbath school, I devoted three evenings in the week, during the winter, to teaching the slaves at home. And I have the happiness to know, that several of those who came to Sabbath school learned how to read; and that one, at least, is now free through my agency.
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