It was a resurrection from the dark and pestiferous tomb of slavery, to the heaven of comparative freedom.

I was no longer a servile coward, trembling under the frown of a brother worm of the dust, but, my long-cowed spirit was roused to an attitude of manly independence.

I had reached the point, at which I was _not afraid to die_.

This{191} spirit made me a freeman in _fact_, while I remained a slave in _form_.

When a slave cannot be flogged he is more than half free.