I'm sick of it, I tell you.
Why, the British are doing worse than merely filling their prisons with us and scalping us with their savages! They are slowly but surely marking our people, body and face and mind, with the cursed imprint of slavery.

They're stamping a nation's very features with the hopeless lineaments of serfdom.

It is the ineradicable scars of former slavery that make the New Englander whine through his nose.

We of the fighting line bear no such marks, but the peaceful people are beginning to--they who can do nothing except endure and suffer." "It is not so everywhere," I said, "not yet, anyway." "It is so in the North.

And we have found it so since we entered the 'Neutral Ground.' Like our own people on the frontier, these Westchester folk fear everybody.