For such friendship I felt deeply grateful, and bitter as are my recollections of slavery, I love to recall any instances of kindness, any sunbeams of humane treatment, which found way to my soul through the iron grating of my house of bondage.

Such beams seem all the brighter from the general darkness into which they penetrate, and the impression they make is vividly distinct and beautiful.
As I have before intimated, I was seldom whipped--and never severely--by my old master.

I suffered little from the treatment I received, except from hunger and cold.

These were my two great physical troubles.

I could neither get a sufficiency of food nor of clothing; but I suffered less from hunger than from cold.