Reason is imprisoned here, and passions run wild.

Like the fires of the prairie, once lighted, they are at the mercy of every wind, and must burn, till they have consumed all that is combustible within their remorseless grasp.Capt.Anthony could be kind, and, at times, he even showed an affectionate disposition.

Could the reader have seen him gently leading me by the hand--as he sometimes did--patting me on the head, speaking to me in soft, caressing tones and calling me his "little Indian boy," he would have deemed him a kind old man, and really, almost fatherly.

But the pleasant moods of a slaveholder are remarkably brittle; they are easily snapped; they neither come often, nor remain long.

His temper is subjected to perpetual trials; but, since these trials are never borne patiently, they add nothing to his natural stock of patience.
Old master very early impressed me with the idea that he was an unhappy man.